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A TRAGEDY. 69
Enter Be ton. — A Brum is heard heating a JI01&
March,
B E T O N.
Oh, mercy ! Heavens ! alas, my Queen ! I fear
Some dreadful fate ; the Earls of Shrewfbury
And Huntingdon, attended by the guards.
Are at the caftle gate. —
LADY DOUGLAS.
Ah, here they come !
Th' array of death ! Ah ! is it come to this ?
E7tter Shrewfbury and Huntingdon, zvith Guards,
Executioner, &c.
SHREWSBURY.
The painful ofHce which I now perform —
MARY.
1 know your bufinefs. —
S H R E W S B U R Y.
Ah ! know you, alas !.
With what difpatch we're order'd to proceed ?
LADY DOUGLAS.
Oh, murder ! murder ! cruel murderers, flay ?
MARY.
patience, my child ! I did not think, I own.
My filler Queen wou'd have proceeded thus;
But if my body cannot fuflain one blow.
My foul deferves not thofe eternal joys
In Heav'i? my holy faith has promis'd me.
IT U N T I N G D O N.
'Tis vour accurfcd faith that feals vour doom ;
While

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