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No; go not, child: 'Twill frighten thee; it is a horrid sight.

Yet, an it please you, lady, let me go.

I say it is a horrid, piteous sight, Thou wilt be frighten'd at it.

Nay, be it e'er so piteous or so horrid, I have a longing, strong desire to see it.

Go then; there is in this no affectation: There's all the harden'd cruelty of man Lodged in that tiny form, child as thou art. [Exeunt, severally.

Enter, ''at the head of his Soldiers, who draw up on either Side; then enters a long Procession of public Functionaries, &c. conducting Martyrs to the Place of Execution, who, as they pass on, sing together in unison: one more noble than the others walking first''.