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As the most noble corse, that ever herald
Did follow to his urn.

Beat, beat the drum, that it speak mournfully:
Trail your steel pikes.-Though in this city he
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the injury,

Yet he shall have a noble memory.

[A Dead March is sounded.-Exeunt.

THE END.

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PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND

BROWN, PATERNOSTER ROW.

LONDON:

PRINTED BY THOMAS DAVISON, WHITEFRIARS.

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