1st Physician.
Nought else is madness true
Save melancholy blue.
Not lost is he,
Though sick he be,
Who sips of mirth the dew.
Nought else is madness true
Save melancholy blue.
2nd Physician.
Up then! sing loud, and dance and play,
"Better still I'd do!" you say.
Delirium's nigh—if you must pine,
Take first some wine;
And sometimes, too, take your tabàc
Right joyfully, Monsu Pourceaugnac.
[10.] Take it, take it. Sir; it will do you no harm, &c.
[11.] See act i, scene iii.
[12.] Somerset dialect is employed here.
[13.] Lowland Scotch is employed here.
[14.] Compare act i. scene v.
[15.] The French forms have been retained for the sake of the rhyme.