tiquities_, III, p. 237.

[147] T. J. Pettigrew, _Superstitions Connected with ...
Medicine and Surgery_, p. 92.

[148] II, p. 139.

[149] _Ibid._, pp. 112 f.

[150] J. Brand, _Popular Antiquities_, III, pp. 237,
241, and 268.

[151] _Diseases of the Skin_, p. 82.

[152] II, p. 139.

[153] T. J. Pettigrew, _Superstitions Connected with ...
Medicine and Surgery_, p. 103.

[154] _Ibid._, p. 102.

[155] J. Brand, _Popular Antiquities_, III, pp. 249 f.

[156] _Ibid._, p. 245.

[157] _History of England_, II, p. 296.

[158] J. Brand, _Popular Antiquities_, III, p. 264.

[159] E. A. King, "Medieval Medicine," _Nineteenth
Century_, XXXIV, p. 148.

[160] E. Berdoe, _Origin and Growth of the Healing Art_,
pp. 414 f.

[161] T. J. Pettigrew, _Superstitions Connected with ...
Medicine and Surgery_, p. 108.

[162] J. Brand, _Popular Antiquities_, III, p. 241.

[163] Berdoe, _Origin and Growth of the Healing Art_,
pp. 415 f.

[164] J. Brand, _Popular Antiquities_, III, p. 241.

[165] _Ibid._, p. 239.

[166] _Ibid._, p. 240.

CHAPTER IX

ROYAL TOUCH

"Men may die of imagination,
So depe may impression be take."--CHAUCER.

"When time shall once have laid his lenient hand on the
passions and pursuits of the present moment, they too
shall lose that imaginary value which heated fancy now
bestows upon them."--BLAIR.

"The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to
him as it does to me; the element shows to him as it
doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions;
his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but
a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than
ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like
wing."--SHAKESPEARE.

_Malcolm._ Comes the king forth, I pray you?

_Doctor._ Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched souls,
That stay his cure: their malady convinces
The great assay of art; but at his touch,
Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand,
They presently amend.

_Malcolm._ I thank you, doctor. [Exit _Doctor._

_Macduff._ What's the disease he means?

_Malcolm._ 'Tis call'd the evil:
A most miraculous work in this good king,
Which often, since my here remain in England,
I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,
Himself best knows; but strangely-visited people,
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
The mer