Calisto. My fire is farre greater, and lesse her pity whom now I speake of——
Sempronio. I was not deceived when I sayd, my Master had lost his wits.
Calisto. Whats that (Sempronio) thou muttrest to thy selfe?
Sempronio. Nothing Sir, not I.
Calisto. Tell me what thou saidst: Be not afraid.
Sempronio. Marry I said, How can that fire be greater which but tormenteth one living man, than that which burnt such a Citty as that was, and such a multitude of men?
Calisto. How? I shall tell thee. Greater is that flame which lasteth fourscore yeeres than that which endureth but one day. And greater that fire which burneth one soule, than that which burneth an hundred thousand bodies: See what difference there is betwixt apparencies and existencies; betwixt painted shadowes, and lively substances.... So great a difference is there betwixt that fire which thou speakest of and that which burneth mee.
Sempronio. I see, I did not mistake my byas; which runnes worse and worse. Is it not enough to shew thy selfe a fool, but thou must also speake prophanely?
Calisto. Did I not tell thee, when thou speakest, that thou shouldest speake aloud? Tell me what’s that thou mumblest to thy selfe.
Sempronio. Onely I doubted of what religion your Worship was.