Fred. That disturber of quiet.
Luc. That madness of youth.
Fred. That dotage of old age.
Luc. That enemy to good humour.
Fred. And, to conclude all, that reason of all unreasonable actions.
Asca. This doctrine is abominable; do not believe it, sister.
Hip. No; if I do, brother, may I never have comfort from sweet youth at my extremity.
Luc. But remember one article of our friendship, that though we banish love, we do not mirth, nor gallantly; for I declare, I am for all extravagancies, but just loving.
Fred. Just my own humour; for I hate gravity and melancholy next to love.
Asca. Now it comes into my head, the duke of Mantua makes an entertainment to night in masquerade: If you love extravagancy so well, madam, I'll put you into the head of one; lay by your nunship for an hour or two, and come amongst us in disguise.