Aye me, how full of floutes and mockes she is!
Fran. Some aqua vitæ reason to recover
This sicke discourser! Sound[1768] not, prethy, Philip.
Tush, tush, I do not thinke her as thou saiest:
Perhaps shees opinions darling, Phillip, 30
Wise in repute, the crowes bird. O my friend,
Some judgements slave themselves to small desart,[1769]
And wondernize the birth of common wit,
When their owne[1770] straungenes do but make that strange,
And their ill errors do but make that good: 35