LOVELESS.
I was debating, madam, whether I was so or not, and that was it which made me look so thoughtful.
BERINTHIA.
Is it then so hard a matter to decide? I thought all people were acquainted with their own bodies, though few people know their own minds.
LOVELESS.
What if the distemper I suspect be in the mind?
BERINTHIA.
Why then I’ll undertake to prescribe you a cure.
LOVELESS.
Alas! you undertake you know not what.
BERINTHIA.
So far at least, then, you allow me to be a physician.
LOVELESS.
Nay, I’ll allow you to be so yet further: for I have reason to believe, should I put myself into your hands, you would increase my distemper.
BERINTHIA.
How?
LOVELESS.
Oh, you might betray me to my wife.
BERINTHIA.
And so lose all my practice.