--Because those are the distractions of the nobility and not of
a doctor.
Doctor.--We begin to quarrel already. You are all proud of the fact
that your ancestors, the knights, killed so many people. But if the
prince knew how many people I have killed with my prescriptions! I can
guarantee you that none of Your Highness's ancestors can be proud of
such great number.
Drahomir.--Bravo. Very good!
Prince.--And he is my doctor!
Stella.--Papa! The doctor is joking.
Prince.--Thanks for such jokes. But it is sure that the world is now
upside-down.
Doctor.--Your Highness, we will live a hundred years more. (To
George.) Come, tell me, what became of you? (They go out.)
Prince.--You would not believe how unhappy I am because I cannot get
along with that man. He is the son of a blacksmith from Stanislawow.
I sent him to school because I wished to make an overseer of him. But
afterwards he went to study at the University.
Drahomir.--He is twice a doctor--he is an intelligent man. One can see
that by merely looking at him.
Stella.--Very much so.
Czeska.--So intelligent that I am afraid of him.
Drahomir.--But the prince must be satisfied.
Prince.--Satisfied, satisfied! He has lost his common sense. He became
a democrat--a _sans culotte_. But he is a good doctor, and I am sick.
I have some stomach trouble. (To Drahomir.) Have you heard of it?
Drahomir.
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