Yonder stands he who has kill’d my master’s son;
I’ll see if he be sprung from royal blood,
And through his body make an ocean flood.
Gentleman, you see my sword-point is broke,
Or else I’d run it down that villain’s throat.
K. of Egypt. Is there never a doctor to be found,
That can cure my son of his deadly wound?
Doct. Yes, there is a doctor to be found,
That can cure your son of his deadly wound.
K. of Egypt. What diseases can he cure?