BER. What would you have him bring there but the different professions
of men? Princes and kings are brought there every day, and they are of
as good a stock as your physicians.
ARG. No, by all the devils! if I were a physician, I would be revenged
of his impertinence, and when he falls ill, I would let him die
without relief. In vain would he beg and pray. I would not prescribe
for him the least little bleeding, the least little injection, and I
would tell him, "Die, die, like a dog; it will teach you to laugh at
us doctors."
BER. You are terribly angry with him.
ARG. Yes, he is an ill-advised fellow, and if the doctors are wise,
they will do what I say.
BER. He will be wiser than the doctors, for he will not go and ask
their help.
ARG. So much the worse for him, if he has not recourse to their
remedies.
BER. He has his reasons for not wishing to have anything to do with
them; he is certain that only strong and robust constitutions can bear
their remedies in addition to the illness, and he has only just enough
strength for his sickness.
ARG. What absurd reasons. Here, brother, don't speak to me anymore
about that man; for it makes me savage, and you will give me his
complaint.
BAR. I will willingly cease, brother; and, to change the subject,
allow me to tell you that, because your daughter shows a slight
repugnance to the match you propose, it is no reason why you should
shut her up in a convent.
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