[ACT IV.][188]
Enter Isabella and her Maid.
Isabella.
So that you say this herb will purge the eye,[189]
And this the head. Ah, but none of them will purge the heart!
No, there's no medicine left for my disease,
Nor any physic to recure the dead.
[She runs lunatic.
Horatio! O, where's Horatio?
Maid.
Good madam, affright not thus yourself
With outrage for your son Horatio;
He sleeps in quiet in the Elysian fields.
Isabella.
Why, did I not give you gowns and goodly things?
Bought you a whistle and a whipstalk[190] too,
To be revenged on their villanies?