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Are you weary of, your life? that you send me; for you said, you would not send for me, untill you had a desire to dye.
True, Doctor, and if you cannot cure me, kill me.
In my conscience, you have sent for me to play the wanton.
Why, Doctor? If I do not infringe the rules and laws of mo∣desty, or civility, I cannot commit wanton faults,
Yes faith, your tongue may play the wanton,
Indeed, Doctor, I had rather tell a wanton truth, than a mo∣dest lye.
Well, what is your disease?
Nay, that you must guesse, I can only tell my pains.
Where is your pain?
In my heart and head.
Those be dangerous parts, but after what manner are your pains?
On my heart there lyes a weight, as heavy as the World on Atlas shoulders; and from my melancholly mind, arises such damps of doubts, as almost quenches out the fire of life, did not some hope, though weak, which blows with fainting breath, keep it alive, or rather puffs than blows, which intermitting motions, makes my pulse unequal, and my bloud to ebbe and flow, as from my heart, unto my face; and from my face, unto my heart again; as for my head, it feels drousie, and my spirits are dull; my thoughts uneasily doth run, crossing, and striving to throw each other down; this causes broken sleeps, and frightfull dreams, and when I awake at every noyse, I start with fears, my limbs doth shake.
VVhy, this disease is love, wherefore I cannot cure you; for love no more than wit, can neither be temper'd, nor yet be rul'd, for love and wit, keeps neither moderate bounds, nor spares diet, but dyes most commonly of a surfeit.
O yes, discretion can cure both.
Then send for Monsieur Discretion, and hear what he sayes to you, for your disease is past my skil.
By your industry, Doctor, help may be found, in giving directi∣ons, and ordering the cordial.
So I understand you would have my counsel what you should do, and my industry to order, and get a meeting between Monsieur Discretion and you, and to make the match betwixt you.
You understand me right.
VVell, I will study the means, and trye if I can procure thee a man.
Good fortune be your guide.
And Monsieur Discretion, your Husband,