Again, in Scene 4th, Miranda enters with Hippolito’s sword, wrapt up:—

_Hip._ O my wounds pain me,

[_She unwraps the sword._]

_Mir._ I am come to ease you.

_Hip._ Alas I feel the cold air come to me; My wound shoots worse

than ever.

_Mir._ Does it still grieve you?

[_She wipes and anoints the sword._]

_Hip._ Now, methinks, there’s something laid just upon it:

_Mir._ Do you find no ease?

_Hip._ Yes, Yes; upon the sudden all this pain

Is leaving me—Sweet heaven, how am I eased!

Footnote 29:

At the same time it must be acknowledged that many of these revolting

applications have actually produced benefit by a physical operation;

we need only mention the nauseous remedies recommended by many writers

on Midwifery to expedite delivery, which induced the desired effect by

producing nausea, or vomiting. Hartman says (Opera. Fol. p. 72) that

he has often witnessed amongst the poor, that difficult labour has

been accelerated by a draught of the husband’s urine! and, he adds,

that horse dung infused in wine is efficacious in expelling the

Placenta. Sarah Stone, a midwife who published some cases in 1737,

mentions several instances of women in labour, to whom was given the

juice of leeks, mixed with their husband’s urine, in order to

strengthen the pains. Nauseous remedies have always enjoyed the

confidence of the vulgar; this prejudice would seem to be the result

of a species of false reasoning, by no means uncommon, that as every

thing medicinal is nauseous, so must every thing that is nauseous be

consequently medicinal.

Footnote 30:

Edward the Confessor was the first English king who _touched_ for the

Evil, but the foolish superstition has been wisely laid aside ever

since the accession of the House of Hanover.

Footnote 31:

This superstitious notion is not confined to the ancients, but is even

cherished at this day, in some of the more remote districts of the

kingdom; and we find frequent allusions to it in the popular poetry of

the seventeenth century.

“Tom Pots was but a serving man,

But yet he was a doctor good;

He bound his ’kerchief on the wound,

And _with some kind words_ he staunch’d the blood.”

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