Bacchanalia or A Description of a Drunken Club. A Poem [by Charles Darby] |
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All done, and now just ready to depart,
I, from my close recess, out start.
And cry'd, Hold Gallants! I perceive,
The Play is done; yet give a Stranger leave.
Before the Company up break,
In a few words, the Epilogue to speak.
I, from my close recess, out start.
And cry'd, Hold Gallants! I perceive,
The Play is done; yet give a Stranger leave.
Before the Company up break,
In a few words, the Epilogue to speak.
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