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Epilogue.
Two hundred Crowns? and twenty pound a yeareFor three goodlives? Cargo! hai Trincalo!
My wife's extreamly busie, dressing the supper
For these great marriages; and I not idle,
So that I cannot entertain you here
As I would else-where, But if you come to Totnam
Some foure daies hence, and aske for Trincalo
At th'signe o'th' Hogshead; Ile morgage all my Lives
To bid you welcome. You that love Trincalo
And mean to meet, clap hands and mak't'a bargain.
FINIS.
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