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Rh enemy. He once was a friend, but now lie lias proved my ruin. Help I require. (Dies) Open-the-door, O cruel, cruel Christian! 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.