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{Enter Soldier}
[Soldier]
Open the Door & let us come in
I hope your favour we shall win
Whether we stand or whether we fall
We'll do our endeavour to please you all
Room Room brave Gallants make Room
For an act I do intend to shew
We have none of the wrangling sort
But some of the royal trade
If you cannot believe me what I say
Slip [step] in St. George and clear the way
{Enter St. George}
[St. George]
I am St. George that valiant knight
Who lost his Blood for England's Right
England's Right and England's Rise?
Makes me carry this bloody weapon
A Soldier
I am a valiant Soldier, Slasher is my name
With Sword and Buckler by my side I hope to win the Game
O'Slasher is my name & that I will make good
And Sirrah? from thy Body I'll draw thy noble Blood..
St. George
O Slasher Slasher dont thee be so hot
For in this room thou knows not who thou's got
It is I that will take thee & eat thee as small as flies
And send thee to the Devil to make Mince-Pies
Mince-Pies hot & Mince-Pies cold
Soldier
With the star upon thy Breast I will make thee fly
And send thy Carcase to Eternity
{they fight - Soldier falls}
St. George
A Doctor a Doctor ten pounds for a Doctor
{enter Doctor}
What is your fee?
Doctor
Ten pounds is my fee, but five I'll take of thee
St. George
What countries have you travell'd?
Doctor
I've travelled through Italy High Germany & Spain
And am now return'd to old England again
St. George
What cures can you cure?
Doctor
All Diseases, come as many as pleases
The Itch, the Stick [Stitch] , the Squint, the Gout
The pain within & the pain without
All Disorders, the Pox, & a thousand more than I can tell
Here Jack, take a few of my Pills & thoul't do will
Here Jack, take a little of Nip Nap
Rise up Slasher & fight again
{rises up}
Soldier
O horrible, horrible, the like was never seen
That a man should be frighten'd out of his seven senses into seventeen
Could I but boast one single man to kill
Blind Fortune is & blind Fortune shall be still
The strongest man that through the world can --ul?
I'll take his body from his trembling soul
The Trumpet sounds I must away
Farewell Saint George I can no longer stay
{Enter Prince Saladine & Blackamoor}
I am Prince Saladine the Black Morocco King
Whose famous Courage through the world doth ring
'Twas I that brought the fiery Dragon to the Slaughter
And won fair Sabra King of Egypt's Daughter
'Twas I that slew the seven Turkey Brethren but for them I did not care
For through their hearts I run my glittering Sword & Spear
St. George
God zooks & scooks thou lies I care not if I die
Pull out thy sword & fight
pull out thy purse & pay
For Satisfaction will I have before thou goes away
Prince Saladine
Thou silly ass that lives by Grass, does thou offer to abuse a Stranger?
I live in hope, to buy a rope, to tye thy red nose to the manger
St. George
Thou boasted man that lives by Bread
What makes my nose look so red
Thou silly fool can'st thou not tell
It is because I love good Ale so well
This Macclesfield Ale it is so stale
That it keeps my nose from looking pale
Prince Saladine
My head is made of Brass, my body is made of Steel
My legs are made of the best knuckle bone I challenge thee to feel
{Saint George & Saladine fight - Sal: falls}
St. George
Now Prince Saladine is dead what shall I do what shall I do
Take him away & give him to the flies
For I cannot behold him any longer with my Eyes
Now Gentlemen & Ladies my Act is ended
I hope none of you are offended
My Hat is dumb & cannot speak
Pray put something in it for St.George's sake
{Finis -}
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