3rd Madman. He that drinks but to satisfy nature is damned.
4th Madman. If I had my glass here, I would show a sight should make all the women here call me mad doctor.
1st Madman. What's he? a rope-maker?
2nd Madman. No, no, no, a snuffling knave that, while he shows the tombs, will have his hand in a wench's placket.
3rd Madman. Woe to the caroche[136] that brought home my wife from the masque at three o'clock in the morning! it had a large feather-bed in it.
4th Madman. I have pared the devil's nails forty times, roasted them in raven's eggs, and cured agues with them.
3rd Madman. Get me three hundred milchbats, to make possets to procure sleep.
4th Madman. All the college may throw their caps at me: I have made a soap-boiler costive; it was my masterpiece.
[Here a dance of Eight Madmen, with music answerable thereto; after which, Bosola, like an Old Man, enters.
Duch. Is he mad too?