Chapter 38

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​⁠'I am not mad,—I would to heaven I were!

For then 'tis like I should forget myself:

Oh, if I could, what grief should I forget!

Preach some philosophy to make me mad,

And thou shalt be canonised, cardinal;

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​⁠For, being not mad, but sensible of grief,

My reasonable part produces reason

How I may be deliver'd of these woes,

And teaches me to kill or hang myself:

If I were mad, I should forget my son;

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​⁠Or madly t