I know none such, unless they long to have their brains knock'd out.
Doctor Rat. Well, will you be so good, sir, as talk with dame Chat,
And know what she intended, I ask no more but that.
Baily. Let her be called, fellow, because of master doctor,
I warrant in this case, she will be her own proctor:
She will tell her own tale, in metre or in prose,
And bid you seek your remedy, and so go wipe your nose.
THE FIFTH ACT.
THE SECOND SCENE.