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PROLOGUE
But that the Tyran custome bears such sway,We would present no Prologue to our Play,
Since we have learn'd in Prologues all the scope
It with weak words to strengthen weaker hope,
When with sad solemn phrase we court each eare
Not to observe, but pardon what you heare:
Or if there were but one so strangely wise
Whose judgement strives to please, and trust his eyes,
Him at an easie charge we could provoke
To a kind doome with this grave long old cloak.
Now for the over-subtle few, who raise
Themselves a triviall fame by a dispraise,
Our bold opinion is, they may descry
Some easie wit, but much more cruelty.
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