My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music.”[19:2]
Philaster, declaring his sanity to Arethusa, says:
“Take this sword
And search how temperate a heart I have . . . .”
and again:
“. . . Am I raging now?
If I were mad, I should desire to live.
Sir, feel my pulse, whether have you known
A man in a more equal tune to die.”