_Prince George._ I am Prince _George_, a champion brave and bold, For with my spear I’ve won three crowns of gold; ’Twas I that brought the Dragon to the slaughter, And I that gain’d the _Egyptian_ monarch’s daughter. In Egypt’s fields I prisoner long was kept, But by my valour I from them soon ’scap’d: I sounded at the gates of a divine, And out came a giant of no good design; He gave me a blow, which almost struck me dead, But I up with my sword, and did cut off his head. _Alexander._ Hold, Stacker, hold, pray do not be so hot, For on this spot thou knowest not who thou’s got; ’Tis I that’s to hash thee and smash thee as small as flies, And lend thee to _Satan_ to make minch pies: Minch pies hot, minch pies cold— I’ll send thee to Satan ere thou be three days’ old. But, hold, Prince _George_, before thou go away, Either thou or I must die this bloody day; Some mortal wounds thou shalt receive by me, So let us fight it out most manfully. [_Exeunt._ ACT II.—SCENE I. Alexander _and_ Prince George _fight_: _the latter is wounded, and falls_. King of Egypt _speaks_. Curs’d Christian, what is this thou hast done? Thou hast ruin’d me by killing my best son. _Alex._ He gave me a challenge—why should I him deny? How high he was, but see how low he lies! _K. of Egypt._ O Sambo! Sambo! help me now, For I never was in more need; For thou to stand with sword in hand, And to fight at my command. _Doct._ Yes, my liege, I will thee obey, And by my sword I hope to win the day: Yonder stands he who has kill’d my master’s son; I’ll see if he be sprung from royal blood, And through his body make an ocean flood. Gentleman, you see my sword-point is broke, Or else I’d run it down that villain’s throat. _K. of Egypt._ Is there never a doctor to be found, That can cure my son of his deadly wound? _Doct._ Yes, there is a doctor to be found, That can cure your son of his deadly wound. _K. of Egypt._ What diseases can he cure?