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Epilogue by Sir Furious.
For your own sakes (dear Hearts) you had not bestBelieve my Rage, or Humor so opprest
I'th' heat of the last Scene, as that you may
Freely, and safely too, cry down our Play?
For if you dare but whisper one false Note
Here in the House, or passing to take Boat,
Good faith I'll mow you off with my short Sword.
Gentleman, Squire, Knight, Lady, and her Lord,
With Conscience too; for since my Mettal lies
Still to destroy yours, and our Enemies.
Can I do less (be your own Judges) when
You lay sad Plots to begger the Kings Men.
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