St. George and the Dragon A New Grand Empirical Exposition, In Two Acts |
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SCENE VI.
—View of somebody's Sarcophagus—March.—Enter Ptolomy, Sabra, and Court followed by Dragon, Almidor, &c.Pto.
A duel say you then ourself will see
Which of the two cock o'the walk shall be.
Flourish. Enter St. George.
Pto.
How's this! unarmed—where is your spear and shield?
St. Geo.
To moral power, great king, my foe must yield,
[Produces wand.
Old Kabby's wand shall aid me in this mess,
So presto, change.
[Strikes tomb it changes to a steam press.
Pto.
Why what is that?
St. Geo.
The Press.
'Tis irresistible in its attack
On everything that bears the name of quack.
Pto.
Now, take your ground?
Alm.
(to Dragon.)
I say, old boy, beware!
It seems a most remarkable affair.
St. Geo.
(placing the Dragon who trembles.)
Humbugs and rogues at least, 'twill serve to show up,
And he's a proper subject for a blow up.
[Loud explosion—press sinks—Dragon falls as the Spirit of Truth appears. Ptolomy drops into the arms of attendants.
Pto.
Off with the Dragon's head, its proper place
Is the Museum, under a glass case.
St. Geo.
If as a curiosity they take it
To the Museum, somebody may break it.
[They cut off the Dragon's head, place it on a spear and carry it off.
St. Geo.
To Truth, great King, the victory is due,
Take back your privy purse, I O U.
Thus the Exchequer Bills I do restore.
Pto.
The bills and I O U! pray say no more,
I give to you at once my lovely daughter.
(To audience)
There'll be a splendid surplus on the quarter,
Knights, whate'er you've done, 'tis very clear
St. George alone has been triumphant here.
[St. George stands with one foot on the Dragon,
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St. George, Almidor, and Chorus,
Though I've gained the approbation
Of the great King Ptol-o-my
By the neat decapi-tation
Of the monstrous brute you see,
But his Princess and his money
To him won't be worth a pin
If our wish to do the funny
Should have failed your smiles to win.
Dragon's head, through trap.
Of the great King Ptol-o-my
By the neat decapi-tation
Of the monstrous brute you see,
But his Princess and his money
To him won't be worth a pin
If our wish to do the funny
Should have failed your smiles to win.
With their conduct I'll not quarrel,
'Tis right that truth prevail,
Thus, my head may “point a moral,
Tho' it can't adorn a tail.”
One request pray let me tag on—
Tho' I own its rather trite—
That St. George, sirs, and the Dragon
May be found here every night.
'Tis right that truth prevail,
Thus, my head may “point a moral,
Tho' it can't adorn a tail.”
One request pray let me tag on—
Tho' I own its rather trite—
That St. George, sirs, and the Dragon
May be found here every night.
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