Go bind this man, for he is frantic too.

More company! The fiend is strong within him.

Mistress, both man and master is possess'd;
I know it by their pale and deadly looks:
They must be bound and laid in some dark room.

It is no shame: the fellow finds his vein,
And yielding to him humours well his frenzy.

I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man,
To yield possession to my holy prayers
And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight:
I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven!

Give me your hand and let me feel your pulse.