Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Shakespeare on Mental Health

DOCTOR: Not so sick, my Lord,

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies

That keep her from her rest.

MACBETH: Cure her of that.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,

Raze out the written troubles of the brain,

And with some sweet oblivious antidote

Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff

Which weighs upon the heart?

DOCTOR: Therein the patient

Must minister to himself.

Macbeth, Act V, Scene IV, lines 46-57

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