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The Epilogue.
I spake much in the Prologue for the Play,To its desert I hope, yet you might say
Should I change now from that, which then was meant,
Or in a syllable growlesse confident.
I were weake-hearted. I am still the same
In my opinion, and forbeare to frame
Qualification, or excuse: If you
Concur with me, and hold my judgement true.
Shew it with any signe, and from this place,
Or send me off exploded, or with grace.
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