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A TRAGEDY.
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FIRST CROWD.

Shame light on such hard-hearted cruelty!

SECOND CROWD.

If there had been but six of us with arms in our hands he durst not have put this affront upon us.

THIRD CROWD.

But who looks to the lady? She is amongst strangers it seems, and has only this poor old man to take care of her.

OMNES.

We will take care of her then; we will take care of her: ay, and she shall be waited upon like an empress.

SECOND CROWD.

Ay, so she shall, let the cost be what it will. I am only a poor cobler, God knows, yet I will pawn the last awl in my stall but she shall be waited upon like an empress. See! see! she begins to revive again.

ELIZABETH (opening her eyes with a heavy sigh).

Is it all vanish'd? 'twas a dreadful vision!
(Looking on the crowd around her.)
O, no! the crowd is here still—it is real;
And he is led away—horrible! horrible!

(Faints again, and is carried off the stage by Richard and the crowd.)