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(To the Marshal.) Are all things ready, then? (The Marshal bows.) (To and .) My faithful friends, Who still cling to my latest throb of life, I claim of you a kind but painful service.

(He begins to move, the walking by his Side, and  following, while the Bell tolls, and a large Door in the Centre of the back Scene being thrown open, discovers a grand arched Passage, lined with Guards and other public Officers, who, as he passes along, join the Procession. The Curtain drops.)