CRABTREE. Oh, this is He—the Physician depend on't.
MRS. CANDOUR. O certainly it must be the Physician and now we shall know——
Enter SIR OLIVER
CRABTREE. Well, Doctor—what Hopes?
MRS. CANDOUR. Aye Doctor how's your Patient?
SIR BENJAMIN. Now Doctor isn't it a wound with a small sword——
CRABTREE. A bullet lodged in the Thorax—for a hundred!
SIR OLIVER. Doctor!—a wound with a small sword! and a Bullet in the Thorax!—oon's are you mad, good People?
SIR BENJAMIN. Perhaps, Sir, you are not a Doctor.
SIR OLIVER. Truly Sir I am to thank you for my degree If I am.