The fit 's upon me now!
Come quickly, gentle lady;
The fit 's upon me now.
Wit Without Money. Act v. Sc. 4.
He comes not in my books.[198:7]
The Widow. Act i. Sc. 1.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.[198:8]
The Customs of the Country. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love
Pity 's the straightest.[198:9]