DAUGHTER.
Lords and courtiers that have got maids with child, they are in this place. They shall stand in fire up to the navel and in ice up to the heart, and there th’ offending part burns and the deceiving part freezes. In troth, a very grievous punishment, as one would think, for such a trifle. Believe me, one would marry a leprous witch to be rid on ’t, I’ll assure you.
DOCTOR.
How she continues this fancy! ’Tis not an engraffed madness, but a most thick, and profound melancholy.
DAUGHTER.
To hear there a proud lady and a proud city wife howl together! I were a beast an I’d call it good sport. One cries “O this smoke!” th’ other, “This fire!”; one cries, “O, that ever I did it behind the arras!” and then howls; th’ other curses a suing fellow and her garden house.
[Sings.]
I will be true, my stars, my fate, &c.
[Exit Jailer’s Daughter.]
JAILER.
What think you of her, sir?
DOCTOR.
I think she has a perturbed mind, which I cannot minister to.
JAILER.
Alas, what then?
DOCTOR.
Understand you she ever affected any man ere she beheld Palamon?
JAILER.
I was once, sir, in great hope she had fixed her liking on this gentleman, my friend.