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Epilogue, by Juliana.
Now the Play's done, I will confess to you,And wo'not doubt but you'll absolve me too.
There is a mysterie, let it not go far;
For this Confession is auricular:
I am sent among the Nuns to fast and pray,
And suffer piteous penance, ha, ha, ha,
They could no better way please my desires,
I am no Nun—but one of the Black-Friers.
FINIS.
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