True, Master Doctor, and since I find you so kind,

I will make known unto you what my heart desires to

have, and were it now summer, as it is January, a dead

time of the winter, I would request no better meat than

a dish of ripe grapes.

And trust me, they are the sweetest grapes that e'er I tasted.

O horrible! Had the Doctor three legs?

My Lord,

we are much beholding to this learned man.