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Prologue.
VVe need not noble Gentlemen to inviteAttention, preinstruct you who did write
This worthy Story, being confident
The mirth joyn'd with grave matter, & Intent
To yeild the hearers profit, with delight,
Will speake the maker: and to do him right,
Would aske a Genius like to his; the age
Mourning his losse, and our now widdowed stage
In vaine lamenting, I could adde, so far
Behind him the most moderne writers are,
That when they would commend him, their best praise
Ruins the buildings which they strive to raise,
To his best memory, so much a friend
Presumes to write, secure 'twill not offend
The living that are modest, with the rest
That may repine he cares not to contest.
This debt to Fletcher paid; it is profest
By us the Actors, we will do our best
To send such favouring friends, as hether come
To grace the Scane, pleas'd, and contented home.
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