When I say, therefore, five hundred, my meaning is many.
Trouil.

I hear you.
Pan.

Is it possible for me to live without a wife, in the name of all the subterranean devils?
Trouil.

Away with these filthy beasts.
Pan.

Let it be, then, in the name of God; for my Salmigondinish people use to say, To lie alone, without a wife, is certainly a brutish life.