Ferd. What's he?
Pes. Your doctor.
Ferd. Let me have his beard sawed off, and his eyebrows filed more civil.
Doc. I must do mad tricks with him, for that's the only way on't.—I have brought your grace a salamander's skin to keep you from sun-burning.
Ferd. I have cruel sore eyes.
Doc. The white of a cockatrix's egg is present remedy.
Ferd. Let it be a new laid one, you were best.—
Hide me from him: physicians are like kings,—
They brook no contradiction.
Doc. Now he begins to fear me: now let me alone with him.
Card. How-now! put off your gown!