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Ri77i Rhii. What can you cure, Doctor ?

Doctor. The plague was in, and the plague was out.

Rim Rhu. What else can you cure, Doctor ?

Doctor. Get me an old woman threescore and ten, The knucklebone of her big toe hanging out, and I will set it in

again. Compogus, compogus, Paddy come play. Get up, dead man, and fight your battle again.

Prince George. I have been half puffed and huddled in the sky : These moons and stars have caused me to die. And if you don't believe me and give in to what I say, Enter in Beelzebub and he'll clear the way.

Beelzebub. Here comes I, Beelzebub, And on my shoulder I carry my club, And in my hand a dripping pan, I call myself a jolly old man,

And if you don't believe me and give in to what I say, Enter in Oliver Cromwell and he'll clear the way.

Oliver Crotnwell. Here comes I, Sir Oliver Cromwell, With my large and copper nose. I made the Frenchman for to tremble, and the Germans for to

quake, I bet the jolly Dutchman coming home from the wake. And if you don't believe me and give in to what I say. Enter in Diddle Doubt and he'll clear the way.

Diddle Doubt. Here comes I, Diddle Doubt, With the tail of my shirt hanging out.