Fab. Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
Mar. The house [will] be the quieter.
Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room and
bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's mad:
we may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till
our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have
mercy on him: at which time we will bring the device to
the bar and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see,
but see.