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The Epilogue at the reviving of this Play.
We need not tell you Gallants, that this nightThe VVits have jumpt, or that the Scenes hit right,
'Twould be but labour lost for to excuse
VVhat Fletcher had to do in, his brisk Muse
VVas so Mercuriall, that if he but writ
An Act, or two, the whole Play rise up wit.
Wee'le not appeale unto those Gentlemen
Judge by their Clothes, if they sit right, nor when
The Ladies smile, and with their Fannes delight
To whiske a clinch aside, then all goes right:
'Twas well receiv'd before, and we dare say,
You now are welcome to no vulgar Play.
Here endeth Wit at severall Weapons.
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