Enter St George.
O hark! St George, I hear the silver trumpet sound,
That summons us from off this bloody ground:
Down yonder is the way (pointing).
Farewell, St George! we can no longer stay.
Exeunt Slasher, Doctor, and Fool.
ACT II.
St George.—I am St George, that noble champion bold,
And with my trusty sword I won ten thousand pounds in gold;
'Twas I that fought the fiery dragon, and brought him to the slaughter,
And by those means I won the King of Egypt's daughter.
Enter Prince of Paradine [Palestine].
Prince.—I am Black Prince of Paradine, born of high renown.
Soon I will fetch St George's lofty courage down;
Before St George shall be received by me,
St George shall die to all eternity.
St George.—Stand off, thou black Morocco dog,
Or by my sword thou'lt die,
I'll pierce thy body full of holes,
And make thy buttons fly.
Prince.—Draw out thy sword and slay,
Pull out thy purse and pay,
For I will have a recompense
Before I go away.
St George.—Now Prince Paradine, where have you been,
