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Epilogus.
Cit.Come Nell. shall we go, the Play's done?
Wife.
Nay, by my faith George, I have more manners
than so, I'll speak to these Gentlemen first: I thank you
all Gentlemen, for your patience and countenance to Ralph,
a poor fatherless child, and if I may see you at my house,
it should go hard, but I would have a pottle of Wine, and
a Pipe of Tobacco for you; for truly I hope you like the
youth, but I would be glad to know the truth: I refer
it to your own discretions, whether you will applaud
him or no, for I will wink, and whilst you shall do what
you will, I thank you with all my heart, God give you
good night, come George.
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