I know thy sickness, and I hold the cure.
Pr. Nay, sir: I rank among the incurables.
Thr. Bravo! that is well said. I have watched thee, Priscus,
All the six years I have known thee—’tis six years:
I have seen thine eye grow steadier, and thy smile
Softer and kinder, and thy speech, which once
Crackled in flame and smoke, hath stilled to a fire
That comforts my old age. Even as thy body
Hath statelier motion, so is’t with thy mind,
Which ripen’d manners clothe in rich reserve.