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Timon Epilogue.
I now am left alone, this rascall routeHath left my side, what's this? I feele throughout
A sodeine change my fury doth abate.
My hearte growes milde & laies aside its hate
Ile not affecte newe titles in my minde
Or yet bee call'd the hater of Mankinde
Timon doffs Timon, & with bended knee
Thus craues a fauour: If our Comedie
And merry Scene deserue a Plaudite
Let louing hands loude sounding in the Ayre
Cause Timon to the Citty to repaire.
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