better a witty fool than a foolish wit

no one can convince me this play isn’t hilarious

Orest.
Nor Gods, nor nature shall keepe mee inawe,
Why towards my mother, by heauens Parliament,
Who is most guilty, is most innocent.

Can.
Shall I thus by some magique Art, my sonne,
Take both their pictures in pure virgin waxe?
And wound the place where that the hurt should stand,
And so wound them?

Orest.
Tush, this is too little.

Can.
Shall I breed them hate?

Orest.
Too little too.

Can.
Shall I consume their children?

Ore.
All this too little.

- Thomas Goffe, The Tragedy of Orestes (1633) Act III Scene vi