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A Speech by the way of Epilogue to those that would rise
out of the Pit at the Red-Bull in the last Scene, and
disturb the Conclusion, by going on the Stage,
June 23. 1660.
Pray keep your places Gentlemen, don't rise,
Stay and take t'other Glass, as Peters cryes,
'Tis the Catastrophe crowns all the sport,
I warrant if you had places at Court
You would not part with them so soon, pray stay
Till Grace be said, and we have took away;
You wrong your Ladies in the nick of pleasure,
They would see't out, women love London measure:
Pray keep your seats, let us be your advisers,
You see (of late) what comes of early Risers;
But if you fancy to this custom tends,
Henceforth we'l study Playes that have no ends.
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