Enter Doctor.
their pins, I'll give thee a hundred pound, and here is the money.
Doctor.
So I will, my worthy knight, and then I shall not want for whiskey for one twelvemonth to come. I am sure, the first man I saw beheaded, I put his head on the wrong way. I put his mouth where his poll ought to be, and he's exhibited in a wondering nature.
St. George.
Very good answer, Doctor. Tell me the rest of your miracles, and raise those warriors.
Doctor.
I can cure love-sick maidens, jealous husbands, squalling wives, brandy-drinking dames, with one touch of my triple liquid, or one sly dose of my Jerusalem balsam, and that will make an old crippled dame dance the hornpipe, or an old woman of seventy years of age conceive and bear a twin. And now to convince you all of my exertions,—Rise, Captain Bluster, Gracious King, General Valentine, and Colonel Spring! Rise, and go to your father!
(On the application of the medicine they all rise and retire.)
Enter Old Bet.