-come, Lieutenant Pistol, come Bardolph. I fhall be sent for foon at night.

As they go, they are met by

The CHIEF JUSTICE, PRINCE JOHN, PRINCE
HUMPHREY, &c.

Ch. Just. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff from the Court.
Take all his company away with him.

Fal. My Lord, my Lord!

Ch. Just. I cannot now fpeak: I will hear you foon,

When reformation fhall have wash'd away

The foul offences

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your former life.

Exeunt FAL. SHAL. PIST. BAR.

PAGE, led off by Officers..

Glo. This juft proceeding of the King will'win The love and admiration of the world.

Lanc. Thrice happy land, with ev'ry virtue

grac'd,

Whofe fons, inflam'd with gen'rous loyalty,
Firm in their union, fcorn Invafion's boaft!-
Thrice happy King, who, free from Faction's wiles,
By wisdom guided, and with juftice arm'd,
Reveres the freedom, which fupports his throne;
Whofe blifs is founded on the public good;
Whose strongest bulwark is-his People's Love!
(Exeunt."

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THE END.