Pyth. Oh, I shall die: I’m horribly fatigu’d
With laughing at you. (Laughing heartily.)
Par. For what cause?
Pyth. What cause?
Par. Why so? pray!
Pyth. Why so? (Laughing.)
I ne’er saw, ne’er shall see, a greater fool.
Oh, it’s impossible to tell what sport
You’ve made within.—I swear, I always thought
That you had been a shrewd, sharp, cunning fellow.