(Enter Eric with two Doctors.)
FIRST DOCTOR. We hear with the greatest sorrow that his lordship is indisposed.
VALET. Yes, Doctor. He is in a serious condition.
SECOND DOCTOR. How are you feeling, gracious lord?
JEPPE. Splendidly, except that I'm a little thirsty from the brandy I drank at Jacob Shoemaker's yesterday. If some one would only give me a mug of ale and let me go, why then they might hang you and all the rest of the doctors, for I need no medicine.
FIRST DOCTOR. I call that pure hallucination, my good colleague!
SECOND DOCTOR. The more violent it is, the quicker it will spend its rage. Let us feel your lordship's pulse. Quid tibi videtur, Domine Frater?
FIRST DOCTOR. I think he should be bled immediately.
SECOND DOCTOR. I do not agree with you; such remarkable weakness must be treated otherwise. My lord has had a strange and forbidding dream, which has caused a commotion in his blood and has set his brain in such a whirl that he imagines himself to be a peasant. We must endeavor to divert his lordship with those things in which he usually takes the greatest pleasure. Give him the wines and the dishes that he likes best, and play the music that it pleases him most to hear. (Cheerful music strikes up.)
VALET. Is not this my lord's favorite piece?