Your foe is dead; now have you nothing more
To fear, and therefore, owe respect to nothing.

[Exit.

Eliz. [to the Earl of Kent, who enters.] Send for the

Earl of Leicester.

Kent. He demands

Excuse he is, 'tis said, embark'd for France.

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Printed by G. Auld, Greville-street, Holborn.

THE END,

[the Curtain drops.