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Epilogue.
Peace prophane rudenesse; what alteration's this?What meane these bended Knees? but are these women?
Am I a Conuert then? so suddainely?
Surely some Power greater then all that Sex
Is interpos'd, vayl'd in a femall outside,
Else how come I so supple ioynted, that
Before was stiffer then the Rhodian Statue?
There is an Homage due, and I must pay't
Spite of my proudest nerues. Most Sacred Goddesse,
Behold a Penitent, that falls thus lowe
Before your feete: as you haue showne your selfe
More then a Mortall, in converting me,
Confirme it by your Pardon; 'tis a Vertue
No lesse deseruing, and as neere to miracle.
And You great Monarch, that the world may know
How nigh a Kin to heauen and all the Gods
You are in bloud and power, confute that bold
Erronious tenent, prooue the Age of Wonders
Still to endure. What I haue promised
Vnto this Shepheard (as a miracle)
To be perform'd by Obron and this tree,
Doe you effect; make vs all gentlemen.
Which one Kinde ray sent from Your gracious eyes
Will doe, and in that confidence wee rise.
FINIS.
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