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{The curtain was drawn up, and the Grecian
camp discovered - when a large party
of Greeks and Trojans entered from the
opposite wings - Hector, Achilles, and
O'Driscol were animated, the rest were very
handsomely fashioned out of pieces of pasteboard,
and appeared full as majestic as the
supernumeraries of the metropolitan theatres
- When Hector and Achilles had shaken
hands, both stript to their shirts to decide
which was the better man - After some
pugilistic manoeuvres which would not have
disgraced JOHNSON, the sturdy son of Thetis
struck the branch of Priam in the bread
basket by a straight forward blow, and
brought his adversary to the ground -
O'Driscol, distracted at his friend Hector's
overthrow, thus bellowed for assistance -}
O'Driscol
A doctor, a doctor, ten pound for a doctor!
{Enter Physician}
Physician
Here am I!
O'Driscol
What can you cure?
Physician
The cramp, the gout,
the pain within and the pain without!
O'Driscol
O boderation to your nonsense -
can you bring a dead man to life again?
Physician
Oh marry, that I can -
take a little of my tip-tap,
put it on your nip-nap,
now rise up slasher and fight again
{After this skilful administration, Hector
leapt from the stage upon his legs - cut a
few capers - made a saraband, and was
carried off in triumph - This event concluded
the variegated performance -}
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