SCENE V.——SABINE, GORGIBUS, SGANARELLE (as doctor), LUCILE.
Sgan. Well, young lady, so you are ill?
Luc. Yes, sir.
Sgan. So much the worse; it is a proof that you are not quite well. Do you feel great pains in your head and back?
Luc. Yes, sir.
Sgan. I thought so. Yes, the great doctor I spoke of, in the chapter he made on the nature of animals, said … a hundred fine things; and how the humours which have connexion, have much relation to each other; for instance, as melancholy is the enemy to joy, and as the bile in going through our body makes us become yellow, and as nothing is more contrary to good health than illness; so we can say with that great man that your daughter is very ill. I must give her a prescription.
Gor. Quick! a table, paper and ink!
Sgan. Is there anybody here who can write?
Gor. What! do you not know how to write?
Sgan. Ah! I was forgetting; I have so many things to think of, that I forget the half…. I think it is quite necessary for your daughter to have a change of air and that she should go and enjoy herself somewhere in the country.