Scratch
I will retire.
Albert (holding him)
No, no, you must speak.
Scratch (aside)
I don't know what to say to him.
Albert You seem to me to have the air of one of those rogues who prowl around to rob houses at night.
Scratch You don't know me, sir. I have other things on my mind. While Fortune prevents me from having wealth, it has given me marvelous secrets for curing ills. I amuse myself by seeking medicinal herbs around here.
Albert (surprised)
Medicinal herbs?
Scratch Yes, sir. All my life, I've made a profession of chemistry. As sure as you see me, there are no diseases I cannot cure—stone, coughs, vertigo, hysteria, heart disease, cancer. I've even been accused of using magic. The only thing I lack is a degree to make me the happiest physician living.
Albert
Your clothes are not those of a physician.
Scratch Clothes don't make the science. And if I were not reduced to be a valet, and if I had not had a fight with the squire of my parish— (mysteriously) But, one day you will see innocence triumph.
Albert
You say you have—?