Old Father Christmas.
Are you a doctor?
Doctor.
Yes, I am a doctor—a doctor of good fame. I have travelled through Europe, Asia, Africa, and America, and by long practice and experience I have learned the best of cures for most disorders instant (incident?) to the human body; find nothing difficult in restoring a limb, or mortification, or an arm being cut off by a sword, or a head being struck off by a cannon-ball, if application have not been delayed till it is too late.
Old Father Christmas.
You are the very man, I plainly see,
That can restore my poor old wife to me.
Pray tell me thy lowest fee.
Doctor.
A hundred guineas, I'll have to restore thy wife,
'Tis no wonder that you could not bring the dead to life.
Old Father Christmas.
That's a large sum of money for a dead wife!