Hey day! who comes here? O, this is the Mountebank.
He talks of curing every sore,
But makes you twice as many more.
But hear him! hear his speech, and observe the Merry Andrew.
The Doctor’s Speech.
Gentlemen and Ladies, I am the doctor of all doctors, the great doctor of doctors, who can doctor you all. I ease your pains gratis, cure you for nothing, and sell you my packets that you may never be sick again. (Enter Andrew blowing on a scrubbing-broom.) Sirrah, where have you been this morning?
Andrew. Been, sir! why I have been on my travels, sir, with my knife, sir; I have travelled round this great apple. Besides this, I have travelled through the fair, sir, and bought all these gingerbread books at a man’s stall, who sells learning by weight and measure, arithmetic by the gross, geometry by the square, and physic and philosophy by the pound. So I bought the philosophy: and left the physic for you, master.