'Gainst nature, and the course of mortal thought,
Assum'st the likeness of a living form,
To blast my soul with horror?
Theod. Does he rave?
Or means he thus to mock me?
Count. Answer me!
Speak, some of you, who have the power to speak;
Is it not he?
Fab. Who, good my lord?
Count. Alphonso.