Valère. We will conduct you. The matter is to see a girl who has lost her speech.

Sganarelle. Indeed! I have not found it.

Valère (softly to Lucas). How he loves his joke! (To Sganarelle). Come along, Sir!

Sganarelle. Without a physician’s gown!

Valère. We will get one.

Sganarelle (presenting his bottle to Valère). You carry this: I put my juleps in there (turning round to Lucas and spitting on the ground). And you, stamp on this, by order of the physician.

Lucas. Odds sniggers! this is a physician I like. I think he will do, for he is a comical fellow.