Mind and Body

Enter Psyche and Soma.

Psyche: I never see thy face but when I think upon hell-fire.

Soma: How now, wool-sack, what mutter you?

Psyche: Thou art a very ragged wart.

Soma: You scullion! You rampallion! You fustilarion! I'll tickle your catastrophe!

Psyche: Pernicious bloodsucker of sleeping men! Viperous worm that gnaws at bowels!

Soma: Thou damned tripe-visaged rascal! Leave me be!

Exit Soma.

Psyche: *rolls eyes* (Muttering softly) I could brain him with his lady's fan.

Exeunt.