Enter Dr. Gaines, R.
Dr. G. Why, dear me, what’s the matter? What’s all this about? I’ll teach you a lesson, that I will.
[The doctor goes at them with his cane.
Cato. Oh, massa! he’s to blame, sir. He’s to blame. He struck me fuss.
Bill. No, sir; he’s to blame; he pull de wrong toof. Oh, my toof! oh, my toof!
Dr. G. Let me see your tooth. Open your mouth. As I live, you’ve taken out the wrong tooth. I am amazed. I’ll whip you for this; I’ll whip you well. You’re a pretty doctor. Now lie down, Bill, and let him take out the right tooth; and if he makes a mistake this time, I’ll cowhide him well. Lie down, Bill. [Bill lies down, and Cato pulls the tooth.] There now, why didn’t you do that in the first place?
Cato. He wouldn’t hole still, sir.
Bill. He lies, sir. I did hole still.
Dr. G. Now go home, boys; go home.
[Exit Pete, Ned and Bill, L.