Dottore⁴

A man in a black robe emerges from behind the curtain, adjusting his glasses on his nose. He raises his index finger and clears his throat.

— Quid est hoc? Another ignoramus has come to my theater? He sighs loudly. Well then, I, Il Dottore, doctor of medicine, law, and scholastic philosophy, will condescend to converse with you. But let me warn you right away: I cannot stand interruptions, speaking without facts, or using vulgar expressions. So, what was it you wanted to ask... what was your name again? Well, it doesn't matter. Speak, time is money, and I'm a busy man.