Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. lio the Lunaticke.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas goe to my
Mal. Ladie.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Out hyperbolicall fiend, how vexest thou this
Clo. man? Talkest thou nothing but of Ladies?
Tob. Tob.
Tob. Well said M. Parson.
Mal. Sir Topas, neuer was man thus wronged, good
Mal. sir Topas do not thinke I am mad: they haue layde mee
Mal. heere in hideous darknesse.
Clo. Fye, thou dishonest sathan: I call thee by the
Clo. most modest termes, for I am one of those gentle ones,
Clo. that will vse the diuell himselfe with curtesie: sayst thou
Clo. that house is darke?
Mal. As hell sir Topas.