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Epilogue.
Still doubtfull, and perplex'd too, whether heHath done Fletcher right in this Historie,
The Poet sits within, since he must know it,
He with respect, desires that you would shew it
By some accustomed signe, if from our action,
Or his indeavours you meet satisfaction,
With ours he hath his ends, we hope the best,
To make that certainty in you doth rest.
FINIS.
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