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The Epilogue.
Shap.We have escap'd the Law, but yet do feare
Something that's harder answer'd, your sharp Eare.
O for a present slight now to beguile
That, and deceive you but of one good smile!
'Tis that must free us; th' Author dares not look
For that good fortune to be sav'd by's Book.
To leave this blessed soyle is no great woe;
Our griefe's in leaving you, that make it so.
For if you shall call in those Beames you lent,
'Twould ev'n at Home create a Banishment.
FINIS.
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