With something tangible and wholesomer
Than the day dreams of sick imagination.
F. I wish your cure; for, to say truth, the Countess
Is somewhat odd; as you will see yourself.
R. ’Tis for my cure I come.—Your servant there,
Might he not hear us?
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F. (to T.).Tristram, just look round
If you can see the Countess.
TRISTRAM (aside, going).