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I can’t keep up; we can’t keep up—the children



Come, come, move yourself quicker—move yourself, or I’ll leave you here. Why should I dawdle about with you? Oh, my God! Confound it all! Then you stay here on the way, and I’ll go on alone and leave you here, you and these brats. You go there by yourselves. I don’t care a rap about you.



We’re coming—we’re coming. Oh, dear me, but the children, and I can’t go any farther—we can’t go any farther—we can’t keep up—we can’t keep up

[Exeunt all.



[''The blow of a drum and a gong. Enter two with the same poster, and stand one on each side of a gateway.'']