Scene 12.
Enter the Lord Courtship, and Doctor Practice.
LOrd Courts.
How do you find my Ward?
Doctor Pract.
Truly she is somewhat distemper'd; for her wit is ve∣ry quick.
Lord Courts.
That's it; for she being naturally of a dull disposition, and of a milde humour, and her brain slow of conceits, as also unpractis'd in speaking, should of a sudden fall into high raptures.
Doctor Pract.
You say true, my Lord; and it is to be fear'd this distem∣per will increase.
Lord Courts.
Pray Doctor have a regard and care to her distemper; for I would not willingly have a Wife that is more mad than natural wo∣men are.
Exeunt.