Why, he’s in love; what’s plainer to be seen?”

“To be in love is folly?”⁠— R. “No great sense.”

“You’re metaphysical.”⁠— R. “From want of food.”

“Rail at the squire, then.”⁠— R. “Why, what’s the good?

I might indeed complain of him, I grant ye,

But, squire or master, where’s the difference?

They’re both as sorry hacks as Rocinante.”