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Epilogue.
The Play is done, yet our Suit never ends,Still when you part, you would stil part our friends,
Our noblest friends; if ought have falne amis,
O let it be sufficient, that it is,
And you have pardon'd it. In Buildings great
All the whole Body, cannot be so neat,
But something may be mended; Those are faire,
And worthy love, that may destroy, but spare.
FINIS.
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