TOI. The lungs.
ARG. And sometimes I have sharp pains in the stomach, as if I had the
colic.
TOI. The lungs. Do you eat your food with appetite?
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 [Footnote: _Oublies_; now called
_plaisirs_. "Wafers" would perhaps have been the right rendering
in Moliere's time], to make all adhere and conglutinate. Your doctor
is an ass. 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.
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