Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this
man! talkest thou [nothing but of] ladies?
Sir To. Well said, master Parson.
Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good
Sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me here
in hideous darkness.
Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most
modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will
use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou [that] house
is dark?