Holloa! behold me, here am I! I'll have thee now prepare, And by this arm thou'lt surely die, I'll have thee this night, beware. So, see, what bloody works thou'st made, Thou art a butcher, sir, by trade. I'll kill, as thou did'st kill my brother, For one good turn deserves another. (_They fight_, ST. GEORGE _kills the_ COLONEL.) ST. PATRICK. Stay thy hand, St. George, and slay no more; for I feel for the wives and families of those men thou hast slain. ST. GEORGE. So am I sorry. I'll freely give any sum of money to a doctor to restore them again. I have heard talk of a mill to grind old men young, but I never heard of a doctor to bring dead men to life again. ST. PATRICK. There's an Irish doctor, a townsman of mine, who lived next door to St. Patrick, he can perform wonders. Shall I call him, St. George? ST. GEORGE. With all my heart. Please to walk in, Mr. Martin Dennis. It's an ill wind that blows no good work for the doctor. If you will set these men on _Enter_ DOCTOR. their pins, I'll give thee a hundred pound, and here is the money. DOCTOR. So I will, my worthy knight, and then I shall not want for whiskey for one twelvemonth to come. I am sure, the first man I saw beheaded, I put his head on the wrong way. I put his mouth where his poll ought to be, and he's exhibited in a wondering nature. ST. GEORGE. Very good answer, Doctor. Tell me the rest of your miracles, and raise those warriors. DOCTOR. I can cure love-sick maidens, jealous husbands, squalling wives, brandy-drinking dames, with one touch of my triple liquid, or one sly dose of my Jerusalem balsam, and that will make an old crippled dame dance the hornpipe, or an old woman of seventy years of age conceive and bear a twin. And now to convince you all of my exertions,--Rise, Captain Bluster, Gracious King, General Valentine, and Colonel Spring! Rise, and go to your father! (_On the application of the medicine they all rise and retire._) _Enter_ OLD BET. Here comes dame Dorothy, A handsome young woman, good morning to ye. I am rather fat, but not very tall, I'll do my best endeavour to please you all. My husband, he is to work, and soon he will return, And something for our supper bring, And, perhaps, some wood to burn. Oh! here he comes! _Enter_ JAN, _or_ OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS. Well! Jan. OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS. Oh! Dorothy. OLD BET. What have you been doing all this long day, Jan? OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS. I have been a-hunting, Bet. OLD BET. The devil! a-hunting is it? Is that the way to support a wife? Well, what have you catched to-day, Jan? OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS. A fine jack hare, and I intend to have him a-fried for supper; and here is some wood to dress him. OLD BET. Fried! no, Jan, I'll roast it nice. OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS. I say, I'll have it fried. OLD BET. Was there ever such a foolish dish! OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS.