TOI. The lungs. Do you eat your food with appet.i.te?
ARG. Yes, Sir.
TOI. The lungs. Do you like to drink a little wine?
ARG. Yes, Sir.
TOI. The lungs. You feel sleepy after your meals, and willingly enjoy a nap?
ARG. Yes, Sir.
TOI. The lungs, the lungs, I tell you. What does your doctor order you for food?
ARG. He orders me soup.
TOI. Ignoramus!
ARG. Fowl.
TOI. Ignoramus!
ARG. Veal.
TOI. Ignoramus!
ARG. Broth.
TOI. Ignoramus!
ARG. New-laid eggs.
TOI. Ignoramus!
ARG. And at night a few prunes to relax the bowels.
TOI. Ignoramus!
ARG. And, above all, to drink my wine well diluted with water.
TOI. _Ignorantus, ignoranta, ignorantum._ You must drink your wine pure; and to thicken your blood, which is too thin, you must eat good fat beef, good fat pork, good Dutch cheese, some gruel, rice puddings, chestnuts, and thin cakes,[5] to make all adhere and conglutinate.
Your doctor is an a.s.s. I will send you one of my own school, and will come and examine you from time to time during my stay in this town.
ARG. You will oblige me greatly.
TOI. What the deuce do you want with this arm?
ARG. What?
TOI. If I were you, I should have it cut off on the spot.
ARG. Why?
TOI. Don"t you see that it attracts all the nourishment to itself, and hinders this side from growing?
ARG. May be; but I have need of my arm.
TOI. You have also a right eye that I would have plucked out if I were in your place.
ARG. My right eye plucked out?
TOI. Don"t you see that it interferes with the other, and robs it of its nourishment? Believe me; have it plucked out as soon as possible; you will see all the clearer with the left eye.
ARG. There is no need to hurry.
TOI. Good-bye. I am sorry to leave you so soon, but I must a.s.sist at a grand consultation which is to take place about a man who died yesterday.
ARG. About a man who died yesterday?
TOI. Yes, that we may consider and see what ought to have been done to cure him. Good-bye.
ARG. You know that patients do not use ceremony.
SCENE XV.--ARGAN, BeRALDE.
BER. Upon my word, this doctor seems to be a very clever man.
ARG. Yes, but he goes a little too fast.
BER. All great doctors do so.
ARG. Cut off my arm and pluck out my eye, so that the other may be better. I had rather that it were not better. A nice operation indeed, to make me at once one-eyed and one-armed.
SCENE XVI.--ARGAN, BeRALDE, TOINETTE.
TOI. (_pretending to speak to somebody_). Come, come, I am your servant; I"m in no joking humour.
ARG. What is the matter?
TOI. Your doctor, forsooth, who wanted to feel my pulse!
ARG. Just imagine; and that, too, at fourscore and ten years of age.
BER. Now, I say, brother, since you have quarrelled with Mr. Purgon, won"t you give me leave to speak of the match which is proposed for my niece?
ARG. No, brother; I will put her in a convent, since she has rebelled against me. I see plainly that there is some love business at the bottom of it all, and I have discovered a certain secret interview which they don"t suspect me to know anything about.
BER. Well, brother, and suppose there were some little inclination, where could the harm be? Would it be so criminal when it all tends to what is honourable--marriage?