Save melancholy blue.
Not lost is he,
Though sick he be,
Who sips of mirth the dew.
Nought else is madness true
Save melancholy blue.

2ND PHYSICIAN.
Up then! sing loud, and dance and play,
"Better still I'd do!" you say.
Delirium's nigh--if you must pine,
Take first some wine;
And sometimes, too, take your tabac
Right joyfully, Monsu Pourceaugnac.




SCENE XIV.--BALLET.




SCENE XV.--MR. DE POURCEAUGNAC, AN APOTHECARY.

APO. Sir, here is a little remedy; a little remedy which you must
take, if you please; if you please.

MR. POUR. How? I have no occasion for anything of the kind.