Chapter 52

The Governor and Soldiers.

GOVERNOR. And since now this fair pretence, This hypocritical deceit, In my power at last doth lie, Wherefore my revenge postpone For the sorrows I have known Through her fault? Yes, she shall die By the bloody headsman's hand. [To a Soldier. Bring her hither in my name. Let her punishment and shame Be a terror to the land. Let the palace she thought sweet But her scaffold scene present. [Exit the Soldier with others.

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