I'll die before I yield to thee, or twenty more.
(They fight, St. George kills the Gracious King.)
St. George.
He was no match for me, he quickly fell.
Enter General Valentine.
But I am thy match, and that my sword shall tell,
Prepare thyself to die, and bid thy friends farewell.
I long to fight such a brave man as thee,
For it's a pleasure to fight so manfully
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Rations so severe he never so long to receive.
So cruel! for thy foes are always killed;
Oh! what a sight of blood St. George has spilled!
I'll fight St. George the hero here,
Before I sleep this night.
Come on, my boy, I'll die before
I yield to thee, or twenty more.
St. George, thou and I'll the battle try,
If thou dost conquer I will die.
(They fight, St. George kills the General.)
St. George.
Where now is Colonel Spring? he doth so long delay,
That hero of renown, I long to show him play.
Enter Colonel Spring.