Are you laughing at me? PALINURUS Why then, madman, are you enquiring whether the door is well or not? PHAEDROMUS I’ faith, I’ve known it as a door most comely and most discreet: never one word does it whisper; when it is opened, it is silent; and when, by night, she secretly comes out to me, it holds its peace. PALINURUS And are you not, Phaedromus, doing, or contemplating the doing of, some deed which is unworthy of yourself or of your family? Are you not laying a snare for some modest fair one, or for one that should be modest? PHAEDROMUS For no one; and may Jupiter not permit me to do so.