If he could cure the cause of a Distracted Wife
Which almost made him a weary of his Life;
Yes, quoth the Doctor, i'le do it ne'r fear,
Bring her, for now 'tis the Spring of the Year;
I'le take the Lunacy out of her Brains,
Or else I wont have a Groat for my pains.
Then home he went and sent her thither out of hand,
Now when the Shrow, she did well understand
All their intent, she cal'd the Doctor sneaking knave;
Now when he see she began for to Rave,