For so did your physician order.
Edm. Come hither, pretty maid, look at me well:
Now say, hath he so order’d it, or not?
1st Maid. Indeed, he hath.
Edm. Nay, get thee gone: a maid, and still so false!
Go to, live I not yet? Am I, then, call’d?
And hath my sweetheart, death, yet fondly clasp’d me:
Say, hath the heavy passing bell yet sounded,
And hail’d me to my snug and chilly chamber?
2nd Maid. Madam, I fear your reason wanders.