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354 Open-the-door. Try thy skill, noble doctor.

Doctor (stoops over Soldier). Here, Jack, take a sup out of my bottle. Ram it down thy throttle. Rise up. Jack, and fight again!

Soldier (rises). The horribles! the terribles! the like was never seen! A man knocked out of seven senses into seventeen. Out of seventeen into seven score. The like was never seen nor never done before. I'll buy a bull, I'll buy a bear, I'll buy myself, I do declare! (To King George) My sword is indebted to thy blood, and I'll still have my revenge!

King George. Have it then! (Clashing of swords.)

Open-the-door (strikes up the swords). Put up them swords and be at rest, For peace and quietness is the best! Enter in Black Prince!

Black Prince. Here come I, Black Prince, Black Prince of Paradise, a black Morocco king. Through those woods and groves which I have made this earth to ring. It's I who slew those seven Turks, although King George I do not fear. From his body to his heart I will ram this dreadful spear. I'll jam his giblets full of holes and in those holes put pebble stones, I'll make his buttons fly!

''King George. Thou'' jam my giblets full of holes and in those holes put pebble stones! It does not lie in thy power. Although thou be a champion squire.

Black Prince. Let me be a champion squire or what I will, I'll do my duty for to kill. (Clashing of swords).

Open-the-door (strikes up the swords). Put up them swords and be at rest,