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EPILOGUE to the Villain;
A Dorekeeper comes in hast to Mr. Betterton.
Author has sent twice to speak with you.,
What? ere I shift my Cloaths? can he not stay,
Till our own Scouts bring Tidings of the Play.
There's ten times more ado with a young Wit,
Then with old Fools that have whole Volumes writ.
Well plainly, and in Brief (howe're we speed)
I wish the louder Criticks would take heed.
Perhaps, before they get to the next street,
Some of their Consort may a challenge meet:
Good Gentlemen! do not mistake, I pray,
Our Author in misconstruing what I say.
He would not challenge any one to fight;
But, which is worse, does threaten all that write.
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