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{"...Two of the sports most used in Cornwall were, the one,
a metrical play, exhibiting the successful prowess of
St. George exerted against a Mahometan adversary; the
other a less dignified representation of some transactions
at a market or fair}
{In the first, St. George enters accoutred with complete
armour, and exclaims,}
Saint George
Here come I Saint George,
That valiant Champion bold,
And with my sword and spear
I've won three crowns of gold,
I slew the dragon he,
And brought him to the slaughter,
By which I gained fair Sabra,
The King of Egypt's daughter.
{The Pagan enters.}
Turkish Knight
Here come I the Turkish night,
Come from the Turkish land to fight,
And if Saint George do meet me here
. . . bold,
And if your blood is hot,
I soon will make it cold.
{They fight, Turkish Knight falls, and rising on one knee,}
Turkish Knight
Oh! pardon me, Saint George,
Oh! pardon me, I crave,
Oh! give me but my life,
A I will be thy slave.
{Saint George, however, again strikes him down;
bu, immediately relenting, calls out,}
Saint George
Is there no doctor to be found,
To cure a deep and deadly wound?
{A Doctor enters, declaring that he has a small
phial filled with the juice of some particular plant,
capable of recalling any one to life; he tries,
however, and fails: when Saint George kills him,
enraged by his want of success. Soon after this, the
Turkish Knight appears perfectly well; and having
been fully convinced of his errors by the strength
of Saint George's arm, he becomes a Christian, and
the scene closes.}
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