O, a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet. I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't. For my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine. For no man, sir. We must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.
Every fool can tell that.
There the men are as mad as he. Very strangely, they say. Faith, e'en with losing his wits. Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man and boy thirty years.