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1795.19 Scene, Palace Yard. Thunder and Lightning. Enter F-x, Th-lw-ll, and Shn.[1]
When shall we three meet again?
When the JACOBINS are done.
That will be ere morning sun.
Where the place?
Upon these stones.
There we'll all meet Surgeon JONES.[2] TH-LW-LL. I come, I come, D'ESPARD,[3] now! F-X. ST-NH—E[4] calls———anon! ALL. F-x, is foul, and foul is F-x! [They walk across the pavement, and run away.]
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