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Enter the King of Egypt. Here I, the King of Egypt, boldly do appear, St. George, St. George, walk in, my son and heir. Walk in, my son St. George, and boldly act thy part, That all the people here may see thy wondrous art.
Enter Saint George. Here come I, St. George, from Britain did I spring, I'll fight the Dragon bold, my wonders to begin. I'll clip his wings, he shall not fly; I'll cut him down, or else I die.
Enter the Dragon. Who's he that seeks the Dragon's blood, And calls so angry, and so loud ? That English dog, will he before me stand ? I'll cut him down with my courageous hand. With my long teeth, and scurvy jaw, Of such Fd break up half a score, And stay my stomach, till Fd more.
[St. George and the Dragon fight: the latter is killed.]
Father Christmas. Is there a doctor to be found
All ready, near at hand, To cure a deep and deadly wound,
And make the champion stand?
Enter Doctor. Oh ! yes, there is a doctor to be found
All ready, near at hand, To cure a deep and deadly wound, #
And make the champion stand. |
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