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.
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.