Straightways the Doctor did bind her in Bed,
Leting her Blood, likewise shaving her Head;
Sirrah, said she, I would have you to know,
That you shall suffer for serving me so.
Madam, said he, I know you are beside your Wits,
But I will soon bring you out of those Fits;
I'le cut your Tongue, and when a Gallon you have bled,
'Twill cure that violent Noise in your Head;
Pray Sir, said she, don't afflict me so sore,
I'le ne'r offend my sweet Husband no more;