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 1 88 The Derby shi7'c Minnming Play of

Mince-pies hot, mince-pies cold, I'll send thee to the devil before thou art three days old. Hector. How canst thou tame me of my pride, and lay mine anger to aside,

Inch me, lynch me, cut me as small as flies,

And send me over the sea to make mince-pies.

Mince-pies hot, mince-pies cold.

How canst thou send me to the devil before I am three days old.

Since my head is made of iron.

My body made of steel.

My hands and feet of knuckle-bone ?

— I challenge thee to field !

{Then they fight ; Hector is wounded.)

[Enter Doctor.)

Doctor. Hector is wounded, give him a pill.

And let him fight a little longer, if he will. Hector. I am a valiant knight, and Hector is my name ; Many gory battles have I fought, and always won the

same. But from St. George I received this gory wound. Oh hark, St. George, I hear the silver trumpet sound That summons us from off this ground. Farewell, St. George, I can no longer stay. [Pointing.) Down yonder is the way.

[Exit Hector.

[Enter Fool, or sometimes in this portion of the play the part is made into another character called Old Bold Ben.)

Fool. In comes I, post. Old Bold Ben.

Why, master, did I ever take you to be my friend } St. George. Why, Jack, did I ever do thee any harm }

Thou proud saucy coxcomb, begone.