I'll be bound to put it together again,
Or else I would not charge you one farthing to be paid.
Noble Captain. Well, Doctor, what's your fees?
Doctor. My fee is nineteen pounds nineteen shillings and eleven pence three farthings,
And half that money I demand to-day.
Noble Captain. Stop, Doctor, stop! I will pay you in the morning.
Doctor. Morning? what's the morning to do with me?
I will take my horse and be gone.
Noble Captain. Stop, Doctor, stop! here's an ass for you to ride.
Doctor. An ass! go ride your ass yourself;
A horse I rode here, and a horse I will ride away.
Noble Captain. Here; stop, Doctor, stop! I'll pay you in the evening.
Doctor. Now you talk something like a man.
Noble Captain. Well, Doctor, try your skill.
Doctor. Well, I have a small box of pills by my side called the Junipers;
I have also a small bottle of drops called the Golden Gloster Drops;
I'll put one drop on his temple, one on his nose,
Put a pill in his mouth, and strike a light all over his body.
Why you see he begins to move already. [Turk revives.
Noble Captain. Arise, young man, and try to stand,
And see how gently you can walk.
Doctor. And now all for your Noble Captain I have cured your man,
I am one of the sons of the seventh son,[1]
Born in High Germany. I am not one of these runabout doctors.
What I do, I do plainly before your face,
And if you can't believe that, it is a very hard case.
Enter the Prince of Peace.
Prince of Peace. In comes I the Prince of Peace:
- ↑ The healing powers of a seventh son are well known. See Folk-Medicine (W. G. Black), pp. 136, 1.37, &c. The writer's brother, Frank J. Sawyer (of New College, Oxford), is a seventh son, and, when a child, it was often remarked by Sussex friends that "he was born to be a doctor." The prognostic has been fulfilled in a singular way by his recently graduating as Doctor of Music!
