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Fa. Chr. What can you cure ? Doct. All sorts of diseases, Whatever you pleases, The phthisic, the palsy, and the gout; Whatever disorder, Til soon pull him out. Fa. Chr. What is your fee ? Doct. Fifteen pounds, it is my fee, The money to lay down; But as 'tis such a rogue as he, I'll cure him for ten pound. I have a little bottle of Elicumpane,
Here, Jack, take a little of my flip-flop, Pour it down thy tip-top : Rise up, and fight again. [The Doctor gives his medicine: St. George and the Dragon again fight, and the latter is again killed.^
St. George.
Here am I, St. George, that worthy champion bold, And with my sword and spear I've won three crowns of gold : I fought the fiery dragon, and brought him to the slaughter; By that I've won fair Sabra, the King of Egypt's daughter.
The Turkish Knight advances.
Here come I, the Turkish Knight,
Come from the Turkish land to fight.
I'll fight St. George, who is my foe,
I'll make him yield before I go :
He brags to such a high degree,
He thinks there's none can do the like of he. |
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