Chapter 5

_Mess._ Your honour's players, hearing your amendment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy; For so your doctors hold it very meet, Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood, And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy: 130 Therefore they thought it good you hear a play And frame your mind to mirth and merriment. Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. _Sly._ Marry, I will, let them play it. Is not a comonty a Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick? …