Collectanea, 213
Your houses for to see,
And some pleasure for to have : And what you freely wish to give,
We freely will receive.
The first that I call in
He is Golishan bold, He fought the battle of Quebec
For sixty pounds of gold.
{Enter Golishan, armed with sword and pistol.)
Golishan.
In come I, Golishan ; Golishan of renown,
A sword and pistol by my side, I hope to win the crown.
BoL Bendo.
The crown, sir ! The crown, sir !
It's not within your power. I'll draw my sword behind my back, And stab you with my spear.
Golishan.
My head is made of fire, sir ;
My body is well steeled.
And with my bloody weapon
I'll slay you on the field.
Sir Alexander {aside).
Here are two champions going to fight
Who never fought before, I'm not going to separate them,
Pray, what could I do more. Fight on, fight on, my merry boys ;
Fight on, fight on with speed, I'll give any man a thousand crowns
To lay Golishan dead.
{A dash 0/ swords follows, till at last Golishan falls down a fid dies.)
