If the man is alive, let him rise and fight again.
[The Knight here rises on one knee, and endeavours to continue the fight, but is again struck down.
T. K. Oh, pardon me, St George; oh, pardon me, I crave;
Oh, pardon me this once, and I will be thy slave.
St G. I’ll never pardon a Turkish knight;
Therefore arise, and try thy might.
[The Knight gets up, and they again fight, till the Knight receives a heavy blow and then drops on the ground as dead.
St G. Is there a doctor to be found,
To cure a deep and deadly wound?
Enter Doctor.