Sganarelle: Are gifted with a certain malignancy which is caused—please pay attention——
Géronte: I am doing so.
Sganarelle: Which is caused by the acridity of the humour engendered in the concavity of the diaphragm, it happens that these vapours—Ossabundus, nequezs, nequer, potarinum, quipsa milus. That is just what makes your daughter dumb.
Géronte: No one, doubtless, could argue better. There is but one thing that puzzles me. It seems to me that you place the heart and liver differently from where they are; the heart is on the left side, and the liver on the right.
Sganarelle: Yes, that was so formerly; but we have changed all that, and nowadays we practise medicine by an entirely new method.
Géronte: I did not know that. I must ask you to pardon my ignorance.
Sganarelle: There is no harm done. You are not obliged to be as clever as we are.
Géronte: Certainly not. But what do you think, monsieur, ought to be done for this complaint?
Sganarelle: My advice is that she should be put to bed, and, for a remedy, you must see that she takes plenty of bread soaked in wine.