Enter Heywood and Middleton.
Middleton.
And yet it may end well, after his fit is over.
Heywood.
But he is earnest in it.
Middleton.
'Tis his habit; a little thunder clears the atmosphere. At present he is spell-bound, and smouldereth in a hot cloud of passion; but when he once makes his way, he will soon disperse his free spirit abroad over the inspired heavens.
Heywood.
I fear me she will sow quick seed of feverish fancies in his mind that may go near to drive him mad.
Middleton.