--Your Highness, were I your son I would be rich and have a
title--in a word everything Your Highness possesses. But being a poor
man, I must make my way, and no one has the right to bar it to me,
especially if my road is straight and honest. (Laughing.) Unless Your
Highness would like to adopt me in order to preserve the family.
Prince.--What nonsense you are talking.
Doctor.--I am only joking. Well, Your Highness, let us cease this
irritation.
Prince.--It is true, it hurts me. Why will you not give up the idea of
becoming a member of parliament?
Doctor.--It is my future.
Prince.--And in the mean time I am vexed by every one on that account.
When I was young I was in many battles and I did not fear. I can show
my decorations. I was not afraid of death on the battlefield, but
those Latin illnesses of yours--Why do you look at me in that way?
Doctor.--I am looking as usual. As for your illness, I will say that
it is more the imagination of Your Highness than anything else. The
constitution is strong, and with my assistance Your Highness will live
to the age of Methusaleh.
Prince.--Are you sure of it?
Doctor.--Positive.
Prince.--Good boy! And you will not leave me?
Doctor.--Your Highness may be assured of that.
Prince.--Then you may become a member of parliament or whatever you
please. Stella! Oh, she is not here! Upon my honor, that Miliszewski
is an ass.
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