St. G. Is there a doctor to be found,
To cure a deep and deadly wound?
Enter Doctor.
Oh! yes, there is a doctor to be found,
To cure a deep and deadly wound.
St. G. What can you cure?
Doctor. I can cure the itch, the palsy, and gout,
If the devil’s in him, I’ll pull him out.
[The Doctor here performs the cure with sundry grimaces, and St. George and the Knight again fight, when the latter is knocked down, and left for dead.
[Then another performer enters, and on seeing the dead body, says,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
If uncle Tom Pearce won’t have him, Aunt Molly must.
[The hobby-horse here capers in, and takes off the body.
Enter Old Squire.
Here comes I, old, old squire,
As black as any friar,
As ragged as a colt,
To leave fine clothes for malt.