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The Epilogue.
A novelty is hapned since the PlayWas ended, and it came to passe this way,
A scrowle was found within the spicy bed
Of that rare Phænix, faire Phænicia dead,
Seal'd up, and superscrib'd thus, to all such
Whom mine and Prince Amandus fate doth touch
With any sorrow: these were the contents,
We thanke you all for your kinde audience.
Come, and be welcome still, and let your friends,
Who have not seene as yet our tragicke end,
Come here and weepe with you, untill together,
You make up this a full press'd theater:
Then it shall please our ghosts to thinke the age
Pitties our wrongs presented on the Stage.
FINIS.
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