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107
Spectators, wait not for their coming out.
None will return—They'll finish all within.
That done, they will undress—He that's in fault,
Will suffer for't—He that is not, will drink
Your healths—Now, as to what remains for you,
Spectators, this our Comedy, thus ended,
Follow your ancient custom, and applaud us.
108
The End of the Casket.
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