Sir Pat. Ingenuously, not before you, Mr. Doctor.
Leyd. Excuse me, Sir, an Alderman, and a Knight.—
Sir Pat. Both below the least of the learned Society.
Leyd. Since you will have it so. All sit and cry hum,—and look gravely.
Sir Cred. Hum—hum, most Worthy, and most Renowned—[Medicinæ Professores], qui hic assemblati estis, & vos altri Messiores; I am now going to make a Motion for the publick Good of us all, but will do nothing without your Doctorships Approbation.
Sir Pat. Judiciously concluded.
Sir Cred. The question then is, Reverentissimi Doctores, whether—for mark me, I come to the matter in hand, hating long Circumstances of Words; there being no necessity, as our learned Brother Rabelais observes in that most notorious Treatise of his call’d Garagantua; there is, says he, no necessity of going over the Hedge when the Path lies fair before ye: therefore, as I said before, I now say again, coming to my Question; for as that admirable Welch Divine says, in that so famous Sermon of his, upon her Creat Cranfather Hadam and her Creat Cranmother Heeve concerning the Happell,—and her will, warrant her, her will keep her to her Text still,—so I stick close to my question, which is, Illustrissimi Doctores, whether it be not necessary to the Affair in hand—to take—a Bottle; and if your Doctorships are of my opinion—hold up your Thumbs. All hold up their Thumbs.
—Look, Sir, you observe the Votes of the learned Cabalists.
Sir Pat. Which shall be put in Act forthwith—I like this Man well, he does nothing without mature [Deliberation].
Enter Brunswick.