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The Epilogve.
Y'ave seene a Play, wherein was no disguise;No Wedding; no improvable devise:
But all an easie matter, and contein'd
Within the time of action. 'Tis arraign'd;
And doubtfull stands before your judgements barre,
Expecting what your severall censures are.
Some that pretend commission to the Stage,
As th'only Cato's of this Critick Age;
Condemning all not done by imitation,
Because this new Play hath a new foundation
Wee feare will cry it downe: our hope is then
That your faire hands will raise it up agen.
FINIS.
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