“Pray, keep your nonsense for some luckier night—
Who can have put my master in this mood?
What will become on ’t—I’m in such a fright,
The Devil’s in the urchin, and no good—
Is this a time for giggling? this a plight?
Why, don’t you know that it may end in blood?
You’ll lose your life, and I shall lose my place,
My mistress all, for that half-girlish face.