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Epilogue.
My Mistresse (the White Queene) hath sent me forth,And had me bow thus low, to all of Worth,
That are true Friends of the White House and Cause,
Which She hopes most of this assembly drawes:
For any else, by Envies marke deuoted,
To those night-Glow-wormes in the Bagge denoted;
Where ere they sit, stand, or in priuate lurke,
They'le be soone knowne by their deprauing worke:
But She's assur'd, what they'le commit to bayne,
Her white Friends hands will build vp faire againe.
FINJS.
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