Sacha.Madam, here!
Prin. We shall require your skill to heal the wounds
Of those that fall.
Sacha.What! heal the wounded?
Prin.Yes!
Sacha. And cut off real live legs and arms?
Prin.Of course!
Sacha. I wouldn’t do it for a thousand pounds!
Prin. Why, how is this? Are you faint-hearted, girl?
You’ve often cut them off in theory.