Mal. By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper
and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady: it
shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter
did.
Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, [are you]
not mad indeed? [or] do you but counterfeit?
Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.
Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his
brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I