Act I. Scene II.

_Enter Actors_

Room, room, brave gallants, give us room to sport, For in this room we wish for to resort, Resort and to repeat to you our merry rhyme, 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 thou King of Egypt, and clear the way. _K. of Egypt._ I am the King of Egypt as plainly doth appear, And Prince George he is my only son and heir, Step in therefore, my son, and act thy part with me, And show forth thy fame before the company. _P. George._ I am Prince George, a champion brave and bold, For with my spear I’ve won three crowns of gold, ’Twas I that brought the dragon to the slaughter, And I that gain’d the Egyptian monarch’s daughter. In Egypt’s fields I prisoner long was kept, But by my valour I from them escap’d; I sounded loud at the gate of a divine, And out came a giant of no good design, He gave me a blow which almost struck me dead, But I up with my sword and cut off his head. _Alex._ Hold, Slacker, hold, pray do not be so hot, For in this spot thou know’st not who thou’st got, ’Tis I that’s to hash thee and smash thee as small as flies, And send thee to Satan to make mince pies. Mince pies hot, mince pies cold, I’ll send thee to Satan ’ere thou’rt three days old; But hold, Prince George, before you go away, Either you or I must die this bloody day, Some mortal wounds thou shalt receive by me, So let us fight it out most manfully.