I will always stand by that man that did me first enlarge, I thank thee now, in gratitude, my worthy friend, St. Geaerge; Thou did'st first deliver me out of this wretched den, And now I have my liberty, I thank thee once again. _Enter_ CAPTAIN BLUSTER. I'll give St. George a thrashing, I'll make him sick and sore, And, if I further am disposed, I'll thrash a dozen more. ST. PATRICK. Large words, my worthy friend, St. George is here, And likewise St. Patrick too; And he doth scorn such men as you. I am the man for thee, Therefore, prepare yourself to fight with me; Or, else, I'll slay thee instantly. CAPTAIN BLUSTER. Come on, my boy! I'll die before I yield to thee, or twenty more. (_They fight, and_ ST. PATRICK _kills_ CAPTAIN BLUSTER.) ST. PATRICK. Now one of St. George's foes is killed by me, Who fought the battle o'er, And, now, for the sake of good St. George, I'll freely fight a hundred more. ST. GEORGE. No, no, my worthy friend, St. George is here, I'll fight the other three; And, after that, with Christmas beer, So merry we will be. _Enter_ GRACIOUS KING. No beer, or brandy, Sir, I want, my courage for to rise, I only want to meet St. George, or take him by surprise; But I am afraid he never will fight me, I wish I could that villain see. ST. GEORGE. Tremble, thou tyrant, for all thy sin that's past, Tremble to think that this night will be thy last. Thy conquering arms shall quickly by thee lay alone And send thee, passing, to eternal doom. St. George will make thy armour ring; St. George will soon despatch the Gracious King. GRACIOUS KING. I'll die before I yield to thee, or twenty more. (_They fight_, ST. GEORGE _kills the_ GRACIOUS KING.) ST. GEORGE. He was no match for me, he quickly fell. _Enter_ GENERAL VALENTINE. But I am thy match, and that my sword shall tell, Prepare thyself to die, and bid thy friends farewell. I long to fight such a brave man as thee, For it's a pleasure to fight so manfully (_a line missing._) Rations so severe he never so long to receive. So cruel! for thy foes are always killed; Oh! what a sight of blood St. George has spilled! I'll fight St. George the hero here, Before I sleep this night. Come on, my boy, I'll die before I yield to thee, or twenty more. St. George, thou and I'll the battle try, If thou dost conquer I will die. (_They fight_, ST. GEORGE _kills the_ GENERAL.) ST. GEORGE. Where now is Colonel Spring? he doth so long delay, That hero of renown, I long to show him play. _Enter_ COLONEL SPRING.