[Enter St. Andrew.]
King. Is there never a doctor to be found
Can cure my son of his deep and deadly wound?
[Enter Doctor.]
Doctor. Yes, yes, there is a doctor to be found
Can cure your son of his deep and deadly wound.
King. What's your fee?
Doctor. Five pounds and a yule cake to thee.
I have a little bottle of Elacampane,
It goes by the name of virtue and fame,
That will make this worthy champion to rise and fight again.
[To Prince.] Here, sir, take a little of my flip-flop,
Pour it on thy tip-top.
[To audience, bowing.]
Ladies and Gentlemen can have my advice gratis.