Scene. 7.
How do you Lady?
Why very well Doctor, how do you?
Why I was sent, as being believed you are mad.
Troth Doctor that's no wonder; for all the world is mad, more or less.
Do you finde any distemper in your head?
My head will ake sometimes.
I mean a distemper in your minde.
My minde is troubled sometimes.
That is not well: let me feel your pulse.
Why Doctor, can you know the temper of my mind, by the feeling of my pulse?
There is a great Sympathy between the Minde and the Body.
But I doubt, Doctor, your learned skill is many times de∣ceived by the pulse; you will sooner find a mad distemper in the tongue or actions, than in the wrists.
In troth Lady, you speak reason, which those that are mad do not do.
O yes, Doctor, but they doe, as you cure Diseases, by chance.