And what fine sights pray have you seen?
Dost think that no man of thy age
Dares such a black as thee engage?
Lay down thy sword, take to me a spear,
And then I'll fight thee without dread or fear.
(They fight, and the Prince of Paradine is slain.)
St George.—Now Prince of Paradine is dead,
And all his joys entirely fled,
Take him and give him to the flies,
And never more come near my eyes.
Enter King of Egypt.
King.—I am the King of Egypt, as plainly doth appear;
I'm come to seek my son, my son and only heir,
St George.—He is slain!
King.—Who did him slay, who did him kill,
And on the ground his precious blood did spill?
St George.—I did him slay, I did him kill,
And on the ground his precious blood did spill,
Please you, my liege, my honour to maintain;
Had you been there you might have fared the same.
King.—Cursed Christian! what is this thou'st done?
Thou hast ruined me, and slain my only son.
St George.—He gave me a challenge: why should I it deny?
How high he was, but see how low he lies!
King.—O Hector! Hector! help me with speed,
For in my life I never stood more need.
Enter Hector.
And stand not there with sword in hand,
But rise and fight at my command.
Hector.—Yes, yes, my liege, I will obey;
And by my sword I hope to win the day.
