enemy. He once was a friend, but now lie lias proved my ruin. Help I require. (Dies)
Open-the-door, O cruel, cruel Christian![1] what hast thou done? Thou'st robbed me of my eldest son!
King George. He challenged me to fight
And how could I deny't?
(Sings.) With my sword in my hand shining bright, bright, bright!
Open-the-door. Is there ever a doctor to be found? I'll give five pound!
King George. I'll give ten!
Open-the-door. Enter in Little Doctor!
Little Doctor (runs in). Rut, tut, tut! here comes a little doctor so good,
And with my pills I'll cleanse his blood!
Open-the-door. How far hast thou travelled, noble doctor?
Doctor. From the top of the stairs to the bottom.
Open-the-door. Any further?
Doctor. Yes, to the top of It'ly, Wittley, [sic] France, and Spain,
And all the nations you can name,
And now I am come back to old England again
To cure this man that here lies slain.
Open-the-door. What's thy finest cure, noble doctor?
Doctor. A pain within and a pain without,
A pain in the head and a pain in the gout;
If there is ninety-nine diseases in one marrowbone, I am bound to fetch them all out.
Open-the-door. Try thy skill, noble doctor.
Doctor (stooping over Soldier). Here, Jack, take a drop of my nip-nap.
Ram it up thy tip-tap!
Rise up, Jack, and fight again!
You see that deadly man does not rise at that; no, he's got a mortal wound which a coach-and-six may travel through. But I've got another little bottle in my pocket called oakum-smokum-American-painwater, which can raise any dead man to life again.
- ↑ This is the only vestige of "King" George's character as a saintly champion.
