 | The tragedie of Lodovick Sforza Dvke of Millan |  |
The Epilogue.
Somewhat beyond an end? and can there beTediousnesse counted an Apology?
It was prolixity of speech offended,
And can that error by more speech be mended?
Your patience stints the wonder: that is it
Hath dar'd vs to be publike, and to fit
These times of tempest, with a blustring scene.
If ought doe please, if we haue hit the meane,
That neither cloyes the Auditor, nor starues,
Felicity hath crown'd vs, if ought swarues
From plausible inuention, know 'twas it
Which we intend, which is in stead of wit.
Teares grace a Tragedy, and we are glad
To haue the happy power to make you sad,
Continue it, and our applause is high,
Not from your Hand so much, as from your eye.
| The tragedie of Lodovick Sforza Dvke of Millan | |