St. George.—If thou art a Turkish Knight
Draw thy sword, and let us fight.
They fight; the Turk is killed.
St. George.—Ladies and gentlemen,
You see what I've done, I've cut this Turk down,
Like the evening sun. Is there any doctor that can be found, To cure this Knight of his deadly wound ?
Doctor.—Here come I, a doctor, A ten pound doctor; I've a little bottle in my pocket Called hokum, shokum, alicampane. I'll touch his nose, eyes, mouth and chin, And say, "Rise, dead man," and he'll fight again.
The Turk, having been carefully examined by the doctor, is restored, and immediately indicates his readiness to renew the combat.
St. George.—Here am I, St. George, with shining armour bright, I am a famous champion, also a worthy Knight. Seven long years in a close cave was kept, And out of that into a prison leaped; From out of that into a rock of stones, There I laid down my weary bones. Many a giant did I subdue, And ran a fiery dragon through. . I fought the man of Tillowtree, And still may gain the victory. First I fought in France, Then I fought in Spain, And now I've come to Selmeston To fight the Turk again.
They fight again, and St. George is again the conqueror.
St. George.—Where is the doctor that can be found, To cure the Turk of his deadly wound ?
Doctor.—Hocus, pocus, alicampane,
Rise Turkish Knight to fight again.
Ladies and gentlemen, our play is ended, Our money-box is recommended; Copper or silver or gold if you can, Five or six shillings will do us no harm.