Doctor.—As for me, I was his worst soldier. I never was fond of playing that way.
Prince.—Because those are the distractions of the nobility and not of a doctor.
Doctor.—We begin to quarrel already. You are all proud of the fact that your ancestors, the knights, killed so many people. But if the prince knew how many people I have killed with my prescriptions! I can guarantee you that none of Your Highness's ancestors can be proud of such great number.
Drahomir.—Bravo. Very good!
Prince.—And he is my doctor!
Stella.—Papa! The doctor is joking.
Prince.—Thanks for such jokes. But it is sure that the world is now upside-down.
Doctor.—Your Highness, we will live a hundred years more. (To
George.) Come, tell me, what became of you? (They go out.)
Prince.—You would not believe how unhappy I am because I cannot get along with that man. He is the son of a blacksmith from Stanislawow. I sent him to school because I wished to make an overseer of him. But afterwards he went to study at the University.
Drahomir.—He is twice a doctor—he is an intelligent man. One can see that by merely looking at him.