- Richard Talbot: [to Goody Rickby] Charm all the broomsticks you like; bewitch all the mirrors and saucepans, but gull no more money out of young girls! Mind you, we're not so enterprising in this town as in Salem, but we may come to it!
- Rachel: [about Lord Ravensbane] What inbred nobility! Every inch a true lord!
- Richard Talbot: He may be a lord, my dear, but he walks like a broomstick.
- Lord Ravensbane: [Richard Talbot is jealous of Ravensbane's attention to Rachel] Betrothed! Is it pleasant?
- Rachel: [to Richard] Are you satisfied?
- Richard Talbot: More than satisfied!
- [he leaves angrily]
- Lord Ravensbane: Ah, betrothed is *not* pleasant!
- Rachel: Not always.
- Lord Ravensbane: [gazing at his reflection in the mirror] A thousand ages - a thousand ages ago, they went away and thou and I have gazed upon each other's desertness.
- Richard Talbot: [referring to Lord Ravensbane] Nothing less than damnable illusion could so instantly wean your heart from me to this.