Who calls there?

Malvolio
Who calls there?
Fool
Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio
the lunatic.
Malvolio
Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to
my lady—

I say there is no darkness but ignorance,
in which thou art more puzzled than
the Egyptians in their fog.

Fool
Out, hyperbolical fiend! How vexest thou this
man! Talkest thou nothing but of ladies?
Toby, aside
Well said, Master Parson.
Malvolio
Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged.
Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad. They have
laid me here in hideous darkness—
Fool
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. Sayst
thou that house is dark?
Malvolio
As hell, Sir Topas.
Fool
Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes,
and the clerestories toward the south-north
are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest
thou of obstruction?
Malvolio
I am not mad, Sir Topas. I say to you this
house is dark.
Fool
Madman, thou errest. I say there is no darkness
but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than
the Egyptians in their fog.
Malvolio
I say this house is as dark as ignorance,
though ignorance were as dark as hell. And I say
there was never man thus abused. I am no more
mad than you are. Make the trial of it in any
constant question.
Fool
What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning
wildfowl?
Malvolio
That the soul of our grandam might haply
inhabit a bird.
Fool
What thinkst thou of his opinion?
Malvolio
I think nobly of the soul, and no way
approve his opinion.
Fool
Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness.
Thou shalt hold th’ opinion of Pythagoras ere I will
allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock lest
thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee
well.
Malvolio
Sir Topas, Sir Topas!