"Why is your speech so faint? are you not well?
Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here."
She drops that fatal handkerchief—
"I am very sorry that you are not well."
What touching words! They go out together—ignorant she that her husband hath heartache, worse than any headache—
NORTH.
Both to be effectually cured that night by—bleeding.
TALBOYS.
By bleeding?
NORTH.
You Owl—yea.