Pete. I is got de cole chills, an’ has a fever in de night.
Cato. Come out, an’ I’ll bleed you.
[Exit all—re-enter.
Now take dese pills, two in de mornin’ and two at night, an’ ef dey don’t help you, double de dose. Ah! I like to forget to feel your pulse and look at your tongue. Put out your tongue. [Feels his pulse.] Yes, I tells by de feel ob your pulse dat I is gib you de right pills.
Enter Mr. Parker’s Bill, L.
Cato. What you come in dat door widout knockin’ for?
Bill. My toof ache so, I didn’t tink to knock. Oh, my toof! my toof! Whar is de doctor?
Cato. Here I is; don’t you see me?
Bill. What! you de doctor, you brack cuss! You looks like a doctor! Oh, my toof! my toof! Whar is de doctor?
Cato. I tells you I is de doctor. Ef you don’t believe me, ax dese men. I can pull your toof in a minnit.