Fool, master, fool, master, fool, fool.
Doctor. Sirrah, you blockhead. I’ll break your head.
Andrew. What, for reading my book, sir?
Doctor. No; for your impudence, puppy. But come, good people, throw up your handkerchiefs, you lose time by attending to that blundering booby; and by and by you’ll be in a hurry, and we shall not be able to serve you. Consider, gentlemen and ladies, in one of these packets is deposited a curious gold ring, which the purchaser, whoever he may happen to be, will have for a shilling, together with all the packet of medicines; and every other adventurer will have a packet for one shilling, which he may sell for ten times that sum.
Andrew. Master, master, I’ll tell you how to get this ring, and a great deal of money into the bargain.
Doctor. How, sirrah?
Andrew. Why, buy up all of them yourself, and you will be sure of the ring, and have the packets to sell for ten shillings a-piece.
Doctor. That’s true; but you are covetous, sirrah: you are covetous, and want to get money.
Andrew. And, master, I believe you don’t want to get physic.
Doctor. Yes I do.