Sab. Close at hand; here he is.
Gor. Doctor, I am your very humble servant. I sent for you, to come and see my daughter who is ill; I put all my hopes in you.
Sgan. Hippocrates says, and Galen too, with strong reasoning argues, that a person does not feel well when he is ill. You are right to put all your hopes in me, for I am the greatest, the cleverest, the wisest doctor in the vegetable, animal, and mineral faculty.
Gor. I am delighted to hear it.
Sgan. Do not imagine that I am an ordinary doctor, a common doctor. All other doctors compared to me are abortions. I possess wonderful talents; I am master of many secrets. Salamalec, salamalec. "Hast thou courage, Rodrigo?"[3] Signor, si; signor, non. Per omnia sæcula sæculorum. Still, let us see a little. (Feels Gorgibus's pulse.)
Sab. Eh! He is not the patient; it is his daughter who is ill.
Sgan. It does not matter: the blood of the father and that of the daughter are the same; and by the deterioration of the blood of the father, I can know the illness of the daughter.
Gor. Ah! doctor, I am greatly afraid that my daughter will die.
Sgan. S'death! she must not! she must not indeed have the pleasure of dying before she has the doctor's prescription. But, Mr. Gorgibus, can I see your daughter?
Sab. She is up; I will bring her if you like.