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Exeunt.

                                Scene III IT

           Enter one Citizen at one door, and Another at the other.

I CITIZEN

 Good morrow, neighbour: whither away so fast?

II CITIZEN

 I promise you, I scarcely know myself.
 Hear you the news abroad?

I CITIZEN

           Yes, that the King is dead.

II CITIZEN

 Ill news, by’rlady; seldom comes the better.
 I fear, I fear, ’twill prove a giddy world. [5]

                                  Enter another Citizen.

III CITIZEN

 Neighbours, God speed.

I CITIZEN

           Give you good morrow, sir.

III CITIZEN

 Doth the news hold of good King Edward’s death?

II CITIZEN

 Ay, sir, it is too true, God help the while.

III CITIZEN

 Then, masters, look to see a troublous world.

I CITIZEN

 No, no; by God’s good grace, his son shall reign. [10]
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