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The Epilogue.
Frangipan.Gentlemen , Ile tell you Newes, the Play is done,
And he that writ it betwixt hope and Feare
Stands pensive in the Tyring-house to heare
Your Censures of his Play: Good Gentlemen
Let it be kind, or otherwise his Pen
Will write but dully, for he needs must lacke
If you disprayse't the quickning Spirit of Sacke
To inflame his Genius, which you'le ever find
Devoted to you, if your Votes be kind.
FINIS.
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