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Epilogue.
Frapolo.
Gentlemen, do not say you see me; I have made an
escape from the Prince and Paulina; his graces word
is but mortall, and not security enough for me; for all
this Sun-shine he may hang me, when I come to Parma,
for an example, and therefore I have chosen, rather to
trust to my legs, than a reconcil'd State-Enemy.
A man distrest, whom your own mercy may
Preserve to better service; rather then
Go back I'l stand your Iustice Gentlemen.
I've plaid the thief, but you, as the case stands,
May save or kill, my lif's now in your hands.
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