2nd Madman. Hell is a mere glass-house, where the devils are continually blowing up women's souls on hollow irons, and the fire never goes out.
3rd Madman. I will lie with every woman in my parish the tenth night; I will tythe them over like haycocks.
4th Madman. Shall my pothecary out-go me because I am a cuckold? I have found out his roguery; he makes alum of his wife's urine, and sells it to Puritans that have sore throats with overstraining.
1st Madman. I have skill in heraldry.
2nd Madman. Hast?
1st Madman. You do give for your crest a woodcock's head with the brains picked out on't; you are a very ancient gentleman.
3rd Madman. Greek is turned Turk: we are only to be saved by the Helvetian translation.
1st Madman. Come on, sir, I will lay the law to you.
2nd Madman. O, rather lay a corrosive: the law will eat to the bone.