[Enter Little Page.]
Little Page. Hold, hold, St. George, I pray thee stand by,
I'll conquer him, or else I'll die;
Long with that Pagan champion will I engage,
Although I am but the Little Page.
St. George. Fight on, my little page, and conquer!
And don't thee be perplext,
For if thou discourage in the field,
Fight him will I next.
[They fight. The Little Page falls.]
Saladin. Though but a little man, they were great words he said.
St. George. Ah! cruel monster. What havoc hast thou made?
See where the lovely stripling all on the floor is laid.
A doctor! A doctor! Ten pounds for a doctor!
[Dame Dolly dances forward, bobbing as before.]
Dame Dolly. Here comes I, little Dame Dorothy,
Flap front, and good-morrow to ye;
My head is big, my body is small,
I'm the prettiest little jade of you all.
Call not the Doctor for to make him worse,
But give the boy into my hand to nurse.
[To Little Page.] Rise up, my pretty page, and come with me,
And by kindness and kitchen physic, I'll cure thee without fee.