 | The Just General |  |
Prologue. To the Reader.
Reader , least you mistake, and like my play,Know 'tis the first I wrote, and how that may
Your wits disparage (faith) I'le leave to you
That best know (in such cases) what to do.
In spight of Malice venture I dare thus far,
Pack not a Jury, and I'le stand the Barr.
| The Just General | |