When messengers were instantly dispatch'd
To Cardinal Pandulfo; and their majesties,
After partaking of a cold collation,
Return'd to Windsor."—I am satisfied.
Beef. Yet here again—there are some further particulars [turns to another part of the paper], "Extract of a letter from Egham—My dear friend, we are all here in high spirits—the interesting event which took place this morning at Runnymede, in the neighbourhood of this town"——
Pudd. Hah! Runnymede, enough—no more—my doubts are vanished—then are we free indeed!
Beef. I have, besides, a letter in my pocket from our friend, the immortal Bacon, who has been appointed Chancellor. Our outlawry is reversed! What says my friend—shall we return by the next packet?
Pudd. Instantly, instantly!
Both. Liberty! Adelaide!—Revenge!
[Exeunt. Young Pottingen following, and waving his hat, but obviously without much consciousness of the meaning of what has passed.