“The duke turned cold—wonderful!
“Then Dr. Remedy had recourse to the arcana of science.
“Ho! This is grave. Flay me an ape incontinent, to clap him to the duke’s breast! Officers of state ran septemvious, seeking an ape to counteract the blood-thirsty tomfoolery of the human species.
“But an ape could not be found.
“Then Dr. Remedy grew impatient, and bade flay a dog.
“A dog is next best to an ape; only it must be a dog all of one colour.
“So they flayed a liver-coloured dog and clapped it, yet palpitating, to their sovereign’s breast; and he died.”
Thus ended Philip the Good.