“ And what fine sights pray have you seen?
Dost think that no man of thy age
Dares such a black as thee engage?
Lay down thy sword, take to me a spear,
And then I'll fight thee without dread or fear.
(They fight, and the Prince of Paradine is slain.)
St George.—Now Prince of Paradine is dead,
And all his joys entirely fled,
Take him and give him to the flies,
And never more come near my eyes.
Enter King of Egypt.
King.—I am the King of Egypt, as plainly doth appear;
I'm come to seek my son, my son and only heir,
St George.—He is slain! ”

“ For remember, good sirs, this is Christmas-time.
The time to cut up goose-pies now doth appear,
So we are come to act our merry Christmas here,
At the sound of the trumpet, and beat of the drum:
Make room, brave gentlemen, and let our actors come.
We are the merry actors that traverse the street;
We are the merry actors that fight for our meat;
We are the merry actors that show pleasant play:
Step in, St George, thou champion, and clear the way. ”

“ The writer has seen and heard it performed in the open air, before country houses, at both seasons, and some years ago a sort of dramatic entertainment of a similar kind was performed at the annual Christmas festive night of the Manchester Mechanics' Institute, in the old Free Trade Hall, Peter Street. The dramatis personæ are usually the Fool, whose byplay, antics, and buffeting of the spectators, especially women, with a bladder suspended to a stick, serve to sustain the action of the piece throughout; St George, the champion of England; Slasher, a soldier with sword and buckler ”