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[Epilogue./]
. E .
Our feareles author (for what needes he feare
that neuer lookes a laurell wreath to weare)
Thinkes that some ill-affected will gaynsaye
the truth alledgd, & so dislike the playe.
Such leaues he to themselues. but vnto you
whose iudgments canne discerne twixt false & true,
he humbly yeilds himselfe: This I averre
tyll now, he neuer tracte the Theater.
Yf then this please (kinde gentlemen) saye so
yf yt displease affirme yt wth your No.
your, I, shall make yt liue to glad the sire
your, No, shall make yt burne in quenchles fire./
Exit/.
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