There was this thing people had in those days about going into a decline when thwarted in love. One becomes morose (depressed,) vapourish (cries incessantly), and disinterested in the normal pursuits of the day (eating, drinking, washing, getting out of bed.) What we would call having a pity party for ourselves.
Instead of realizing that this is a stage, which the patient will eventually get over, they called in the doctor. Calling for a doctor in those days was begging for trouble.
The first thing most competent, contemporary doctors would do was to bleed the patient. In this case, by cupping. The cups are heated, small incisions are made though the skin, and a cup is placed over the incision. As the cup cools, the air in the cup contracts, drawing blood through the incision from the body into the cup. You repeat a couple of times, and in a few days, if the patient has not improved, repeat again.
Now, instead of just being morose and depressed the patient is also anemic, and, since the doctor never washes his knives, or his hands, the incisions have probably become septic. From there it is a small step to infection, fever the shock of blood loss and death.
So, you see, diegoag88, with the help of a doctor, people in those days really could die of a broken heart.
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