_Slop_ snatched up the cataplasm——_Susannah_ snatched up the candle;——A little this way, said _Slop;_ _Susannah_ looking one way, and rowing another, instantly set fire to _Slop_’s wig, which being somewhat bushy and unctuous withal, was burnt out before it was well kindled.——You impudent whore! cried _Slop_,—(for what is passion, but a wild beast?)—you impudent whore, cried _Slop_, getting upright, with the cataplasm in his hand;——I never was the destruction of any body’s nose, said _Susannah_,—which is more than you can say:——Is it? cried _Slop_, throwing the cataplasm in her face;——Yes, it is, cried _Susannah_, returning the compliment with what was left in the pan. C H A P. XLVII DOCTOR _Slop_ and _Susannah_ filed cross-bills against each other in the parlour; which done, as the cataplasm had failed, they retired into the kitchen to prepare a fomentation for me;—and whilst that was doing, my father determined the point as you will read. C H A P. XLVIII YOU see ’tis high time, said my father, addressing himself equally to my uncle _Toby_ and _Yorick_, to take this young creature out of these women’s hands, and put him into those of a private governor. _Marcus Antoninus_ provided fourteen governors all at once to superintend his son _Commodus_’s education,—and in six weeks he cashiered five of them;—I know very well, continued my father, that _Commodus_’s mother was in love with a gladiator at the time of her conception, which accounts for a great many of _Commodus_’s cruelties when he became emperor;—but still I am of opinion, that those five whom _Antoninus_ dismissed, did _Commodus_’s temper, in that short time, more hurt than the other nine were able to rectify all their lives long. Now as I consider the person who is to be about my son, as the mirror in which he is to view himself from morning to night, by which he is to adjust his looks, his carriage, and perhaps the inmost sentiments of his heart;—I would have one, _Yorick_, if possible, polished at all points, fit for my child to look into.——This is very good sense, quoth my uncle _Toby_ to himself.