A wicked Old Man finding himself ill
sent for a Physician, who prescribed for him and
went away. Then the Wicked Old Man sent for
another Physician, saying nothing of the first, and
an entirely different treatment was ordered.
This continued for some weeks, the physicians visiting
him on alternate days and treating him for two different
disorders, with constantly enlarging doses of medicine
and more and more rigorous nursing. But one day
they accidently met at his bedside while he slept,
and the truth coming out a violent quarrel ensued.
“My good friends,” said
the patient, awakened by the noise of the dispute,
and apprehending the cause of it, “pray be more
reasonable. If I could for weeks endure you
both, can you not for a little while endure each
other? I have been well for ten days, but have
remained in bed in the hope of gaining by repose the
strength that would justify me in taking your medicines.
So far I have touched none of it.”
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