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SCENE XIII.
Before the Cathedral.Enter Pursuivant as from the Porch.
Pursuivant.
Too late! too late! O how the King will grieve!
O murderous sacrilege! beyond all tongues
To cry out aught upon but Woe! Woe! Woe!
Woe to both king and kingdom! Years of tears
Will not from yonder chapel-floor wash out
The bloody desecration of such blots
As make the heart bleed through the eyes to see them!—
Woe to the nation, woe!
[Exit.
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