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Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.
Clo. Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes,
and the [clearstores] toward the south north are as lustrous
as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction?
Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this
house is dark.
Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness
but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the