CUTLET Aye, while you were being—you know what I mean. They say persons in your situation have lights dancing before their eyes—blueish. But then the worst of all is coming to one's self again.
PENDULOUS
Plagues, furies, tormentors! I shall go mad! [Exit.]
CUTLET There, he says he shall go mad. Well, my head has not been very right of late. It goes with a whirl and a buzz somehow. I believe I must not think so deeply. Common people that don't reason know nothing of these aberrations.
Great wits go mad, and small ones only dull;
Distracting cares vex not the empty skull:
They seize on heads that think, and hearts that feel,
As flies attack the—better sort of veal.
[Exit.]
ACT II
SCENE.—At Flint's.
FLINT. WILLIAM.
FLINT I have overwalked myself, and am quite exhausted. Tell Marian to come and play to me.
WILLIAM
I shall, Sir. [Exit.]