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Act II.—Scene I.
Alexander and Prince George fight: the latter is wounded,
and falls.
King of Egypt speaks.
Curs'd Christian, what is this thou hast done ? Thou hast ruined me by killing my best son.
Alex. He gave me a challenge—why should I him deny ? How high he was, but see how low he lies !
K. of Egypt. O Sambo ! Sambo ! help me now, For I never was in more need; For thou to stand with sword in hand, And to fight at my command.
Doct. Yes, my liege, I will thee obey, And by my sword I hope to win the day : Yonder stands he who has kill'd my master's son; I'll see if he be sprung from royal blood, And through his body make an ocean flood. Gentleman, you see my sword-point is broke, Or else I'd run it down that villain's throat.
K. of Egypt. Is there never a doctor to be found, That can cure my son of his deadly wound ?
Doct. Yes, there is a doctor to be found, That can cure your son of his deadly wound.
K. of Egypt. What diseases can he cure?
Doct. All diseases, both within and without, Especially the itch, . . . ., palsy, and the gout; Come in, you ugly, nasty, dirty . . . ., Whose age is threescore years or more, |
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