AIBRIC.
I have good spirits enough.
I’ve nothing to complain of but heartburn,
And that is cured by a boiled liquorice root.
FORGAEL.
If you will give me all your mind awhile—
All, all, the very bottom of the bowl—
I’ll show you that I am made differently,
That nothing can amend it but these waters,
Where I am rid of life—the events of the world—