Doc. Gently, if you please, speak with respect of your husband when you are under the nose of a doctor like me.
Ang. Ah! I should just think so, doctor! I care little for you or your doctrine, and I am a doctor whenever I please.
Doc. You, a doctor when you please. A nice doctor you make. You seem to me to do much as you wish…. But, I say, tell me the subject of your uproar.
Bar. Sir, your honour …
Doc. You begin well. "Your honour!" this word has something flattering to the ear, something full of magniloquence; "your honour!"
Bar. According to my will.
Doc. Quite right…. "According to my will!" the will speaks of a wish, the wish presupposes means to come to one's ends, and the end presupposes an object. It is well said, "according to my will!"
Bar. I am bursting with rage.
Doc. Cut out this word "bursting." It is a low, vulgar expression.
Bar. But, doctor, listen to me for mercy's sake.