In response, the doctor appears:
O yes, there is a doctor to be found,
That can cure this man lies bleeding on the ground.
The anxious father asks:
Doctor, doctor, what is thy fee?
The doctor replies:
Ten guineas is my fee,
But ten pounds I’ll take of thee.
The king answers:
“Take it, doctor, but what canst thou cure?”
The doctor’s pretensions are high, for he says:
I can cure the ague, palsy, and the gout,
And that’s a roving pain that goes within and out;
A broken leg or arm, I soon can cure the pain,
And if thou break’st thy neck, I’ll stoutly set it again.
Bring me an old woman of fourscore years and ten,
Without a tooth in her head, I’ll bring her young again.