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Y ORK

 Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
 My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.

                                                       [Dies.]

MARGARET

 Off with his head and set it on York gates -
 So York may overlook the town of York. [180]

                                                       Flourish. Exeunt.
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