human
Art thou Raoul de Rohein, the chirurgeon?
gpt
At thy service, my lord--barber, chirurgeon, apothecary, having been duly examined and licensed by the great John Pitart, surgeon of the Châtelet of Paris.
human
I have the very thing, monsieur! But five sols nine deniers the box--the nine deniers being devoted to the funds of the hospital of St. Brieuc, _bien entendu!_ By the holy St. Mark, the very thing! A mixture of sulphur, viper's cake, powder of pearls, confection of hyacinth, and an extract of the juice of _scorsonera_, all prepared according to the recipe of the learned John Pitart, and made into tablets covered with gold foil. One drachm three times a week, in the morning, is the dose, monsieur, and if exposed to the infection two drachms before going to bed!
gpt
And is that all?
human
Nay, of thine own ordering there is much to be done. I perceive that monsieur carries the perfume of musk about with him. That is wrong. Instead, let him take a citron pricked with cloves. Never walk out fasting, neither drink wine immoderately; and, in the case of immediate danger, take a little theriaque; and I'll warrant Erqui will welcome its Sieur home in due course. And the fee, monsieur, is, as I said, seven sols nine deniers.
gpt
But now thou didst ask five sols and nine deniers!
human
Two sols in addition for the advice--excellent advice, monsieur. _Merci, monsieur, et bon voyage!_