Scratch For you, once again, I sacrifice my resentment. Yes, I will cure her— and radically.
Albert
What—you can—?
Scratch Go in. I am going to search my book for the most appropriate cure. You will soon see me in operation.
Albert I cannot express my feeling of obligation. May it be more safe than my fortune or my life.
(Exit Albert.)
Scratch
Go, I know nothing, and she won't be cured.
Worthy What made you say that? What happy fate made you become a physician in his eyes?
Scratch Word of honor, I know nothing about it. What I can tell you, is that as soon as I saw him, after he intercepted me, to disguise my plan and hide myself the better, I told him I was looking for some medicinal herbs hereabouts, and that I had admirable secret cures for all sorts of ills, and, in short, could cure, the incurable. And that's exactly how he made his mistake.
Worth We must profit by it now. In my heart, I feel the rebirth of hope and joy. Come, let's consider—and see by what means we can succeed in our noble project and bring forth your brilliant medicinal art and secret remedies.
Scratch Me? I'm ready for anything. But, it's useless to undertake a project without the first ingredient. We have no money. Who will give us any?