"I am curious to learn." "Come from behind Patience," cried Leonard, "and don't act the fool longer, or I will see whether your disorder will not yield to a sound application of the cudgel." "Don't rate him thus, good Master Leonard," interposed Patience.

"He is very ill--he is, indeed." "Then let him have a chance of getting better," returned the apprentice.
"If he _is_ ill, he has no business near you.

Come from behind her, Blaize, I say.

Now speak," he added, as the porter crept tremblingly forth, "and let us hear what nostrums you have swallowed.

I know you have dosed yourself with pills, electuaries, balsams, tinctures, conserves, spirits, elixirs, decoctions, and every other remedy, real or imaginary.