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Rh Sing Ghiles. Here am I, Sing Ghiles! Sing Ghiles it is my name. From English ground I sprang and came To fight King George by name.

Open-the-door. King George is here, ready at hand, I'll fetch him in at thy command. If thou can't believe me what I say, Step in. King George, and clear thy way.

King George. The dewdrops from the valley. I am in the search of an enemy, but now I have found him, my sword shall end his life.

Sing Ghiles (sings or says). I am afraid I am a stranger. Exposed to be in danger. The balls from yonder mountains have laid me quite low!

King George. Prepare, thou wretch, for death; my sword shall end thy life!

Sing Ghiles. Enter in that soldier, that noble soldier bold. Before King George strikes my heart cold!

Soldier. Bear off, King George, for a few moments. Look down with pity on him, use him as a stranger. Thou shalt not wrong him!

King George. Who art thou? a soldier?

Soldier. A soldier? yes! a noble soldier bold. Bold Slasher is my name. With my sword and buckler by my side I hope to win this game, And if this game should do me good, I'll first drawn (sic) sword and then thy blood!