Fa. Chr. What is your fee?
Doct. Fifteen pounds, it is my fee,
The money to lay down;
But as ’tis such a rogue as he,
I’ll cure him for ten pound.
I have a little bottle of Elicumpane,
Here, Jack, take a little of my flip-flop,
Pour it down thy tip-top:
Rise up, and fight again.
[The Doctor gives his medicine: St. George and the Dragon again fight, and the latter is again killed.]