What are the odds? I once cured a case of chilblains with a couple of liver pills.
POLORUS
You ought to try some of those pills on the Emperor.
PISO
Ought to try them? I have given him a keg of them.
POLORUS
Then it's no wonder I can't cure him.
PISO
[Irascibly] You? Do you ever cure patients? Oh, my word! It's those infernal powders of yours that counteract the pills. No wonder he gets worse. I can never give him enough of my pills to catch up with your powders. If you—
[He is interrupted by the sudden appearance of SIMON, the Christian giant, from the right. SIMON'S eyes are staring, and he is evidently labouring under much excitement]