I fought the dragon bold,
And brought him to the slaughter;
By that I gain’d fair Sabra,
The King of Egypt’s daughter.
T. K. St George, I pray, be not too bold;
If thy blood is hot, I’ll soon make it cold.
St G. Thou Turkish knight, I pray, forbear;
I’ll make thee dread my sword and spear.
[They fight until the Turkish Knight falls.
St G. I have a little bottle, which goes by the name of Elicumpane;