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CHORUS Changed into an Epilogve : To the KING.
Well , Gentlemen, I now must under seale,And th'Authors charge, waive you, and make my'appeale
To the supremest power, my Lord, the King;
Who best can judge of what wee humbly bring.
Hee knowes our weaknesse, and the Poets faults;
Where he doth stand upright, goe firme, or halts;
And hee will doome him. To which voice be stands,
And prefers that, 'fore all the Peoples hands.
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