First Doctor—I am not of that opinion. Such strange weaknesses must be cured in another fashion. Our lordship has had an awful and gruesome dream, which has brought the blood into such commotion and so confused his brain that he imagines himself a peasant. We must try to divert him with the things in which he finds the most pleasure; give him the wines and foods which suit him best, and play for him his favorite pieces of music.
(Lively music begins.)
Valet—Why, that is my lord's favorite piece.
Jeppe—Perhaps so. Do you always have such fun in this place?
Valet—As often as your lordship wishes; since it is you who gives us our wages.
Jeppe—But it is strange that I cannot remember what I have done in the past.
First Doctor—That is the result of the sickness, your lordship, that one forgets everything that he has done before. I recollect that one of my neighbors a few years ago became so delirious from strong drink that he made himself believe for two days that he had no head.
Jeppe—I wish that Christopher, the bailiff, would get the same idea, but he must have a sickness which is just opposite to this; since he imagined that he has a big head, while he really has none at all, as one can see from his decisions.
(They all laugh at this: Ha, ha, ha.)