POLORUS
Why not? The ammonia will fix him, and the olive oil won't kill him. [Busying himself at the table] Let us mix them.
[He pours the olive oil and ammonia into a beaker, and starts to stir the mixture]
CAIUS
[Getting affectionate and placing his arm around POLORUS' neck] Oh, Doctor! Give me a big one! Don't tease me with a pony!
POLORUS
This is the regular size for elephants and gladiators. Now—there you are—down with it!
[He hands CAIUS the beaker. CAIUS downs it at a fearful gulp, and comes up spluttering and rolling his eyes]
CAIUS
[Faintly] Is there a chaser?