Enter Turkish Knight.
Here comes I, a Turkish knight,
Come from the Turkish land to fight,
And if St. George do meet me here
I’ll try his courage without fear.
Enter St. George.
Here comes I, St. George; that worthy champion bold,
And, with my sword and spear, I won three crowns of gold.
I fought the dragon bold, and brought him to the slaughter,
By that I gained fair Sabra, the king of Egypt’s daughter.
T. K. Saint 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 T. knight falls.
St. G. I have a little bottle, which goes by the name of Elicumpane,
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.