"I am bewitched with the rogue's company.

If the rascal has not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else.

I have drunk medicines." Second Part of Henry IV.
Regular for a fortnight were the inquiries of the Antiquary at the veteran Caxon, whether he had heard what Mr.Lovel was about; and as regular were Caxon's answers, "that the town could learn naething about him whatever, except that he had received anither muckle letter or twa frae the south, and that he was never seen on the plainstanes at a'." "How does he live, Caxon ?" "Ou, Mrs.Hadoway just dresses him a beefsteak or a muttonchop, or makes him some Friar's chicken, or just what she likes hersell, and he eats it in the little red parlour off his bedroom.

She canna get him to say that he likes ae thing better than anither; and she makes him tea in a morning, and he settles honourably wi' her every week." "But does he never stir abroad ?" "He has clean gi'en up walking, and he sits a' day in his room reading or writing; a hantle letters he has written, but he wadna put them into our post-house, though Mrs.Hadoway offered to carry them hersell, but sent them a' under ae cover to the sheriff; and it's Mrs.Mailsetter's belief, that the sheriff sent his groom to put them into the post-office at Tannonburgh; it's my puir thought, that he jaloused their looking into his letters at Fairport; and weel had he need, for my puir daughter Jenny"-- "Tut, don't plague me with your womankind, Caxon.

About this poor young lad .-- Does he write nothing but letters ?" "Ou, ay--hale sheets o' other things, Mrs.Hadoway says.