Smug. Stand away, I'll founder you else.
Bil. Farewell, Smug, thou art in another element.
Smug. I will be by and by; I will be Saint George again.
Sir Arth. Take heed the fellow do not hurt himself.
Sir Ralph. Did we not last night find two Saint Georges here?
Fab. Yes, knights, this martialist was one of them.
Clare. Then thus conclude your night of merriment.
[Exeunt omnes.
FINIS.