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SCENE IV.

—The Street in Memphis.
Enter St. George and Sabra.
St. Geo.
Sabra, where's my rival, have you seen him?

Sab.
What rival? not Almidor, you can't mean him!

St. Geo.
Yes, yes, Almidor—

Sab.
He will ne'er be mine,
He's very ill—he drank the Dragon's wine.

St. Geo.
The Dragon's wine! it's quality I know,
His port's a poison, very sure and slow;
But let us hence, one triumph more I need,
And that achieved, the Dragon's done indeed.

DUET.—Sabra and St. George.
Air.—Cellarius Waltz.
And now its time I think to own, my dear,
If you'll/That I'll become bone of my/thy bone, my dear.
Your/My dad will not refuse, I hope, my dear.
For if he does, we must elope my dear.
'Tis but to get
A landaulet,
And then for Gret-
Na-Green, my dear.