King] Conquests and Lawrels should my Arms adorn,
I all the stroaks of adverse Fortune scorn:
In vain I with my Destiny contend,
Treaties and Battles now are at an end;
And
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What was't ye whisper'd? why his George ye got,
And Writs, to set on foot another Plot
Against the State: But left the Poison spread,
Here seise him Guards, let him be Pris'ner made.[Exeunt omnes.
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