I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.
Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them And show the heavens more just.
Great griefs medicine the less.
By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.