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The Epilogue at the Fryers.
VVhat shall the Author doe? it madnesse wereTo entreat a mercy from you who are severe,
Sterne Iudges and a pardon never give,
For onely merit with you makes things live:
He leaves you therefore to your selves and may,
You gently quit or else condemne the Play,
As in an upright Conscience you will thinke fit,
Your sentence is the life and death of wit.
The Author yet hath one safe plea, that though
A Middlesex lury on his play should goe,
They cannot finde the murther wilfull, since
Twas Acted by Command, in his owne defence.
FJNJS.
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