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Addition. Epilogue by Gnato.
Athens and Rome full many ages hence
Haue through Menanders, Plautus, Terence Art
(In seuerall names but sounding to one sence)
Seene this our Eunuch, grac'd the flatterers part.
Those Greeke and Latine playes had their desart,
Earning loude plaudits from their audience.
Haue through Menanders, Plautus, Terence Art
(In seuerall names but sounding to one sence)
Seene this our Eunuch, grac'd the flatterers part.
Those Greeke and Latine playes had their desart,
Earning loude plaudits from their audience.
Our English Author (h'has no Poets name,
Nor (sayes he) may he dare such stile to take)
Puts me vpon the brunt to stand the blame:
Himselfe not venturing his approach to make,
Nor to your censure his raw skill to stake.
He thinkes me now wrought, past all feare and shame.
Nor (sayes he) may he dare such stile to take)
Puts me vpon the brunt to stand the blame:
Himselfe not venturing his approach to make,
Nor to your censure his raw skill to stake.
He thinkes me now wrought, past all feare and shame.
But I the name and nature here cast off:
I see amongst you no proud souldier,
No selfe blowne bladder, I may pricke or scoffe:
Our Nation is not guiltie of the former,
Nor could I well play the flatterer:
No marle if I the name now seeke to dosse
Yet though I doffe the fawne; still bend I low,
I see amongst you no proud souldier,
No selfe blowne bladder, I may pricke or scoffe:
Our Nation is not guiltie of the former,
Nor could I well play the flatterer:
No marle if I the name now seeke to dosse
Crauing your gentle pardon for vs all;
And thanke you for your patience hitherto
So kindely showne to vs in generall.
Oh, would you deigne some further grace withall
Vpon our swouning writer to bestow,
He dyes in feare least you mislike his paine;
Your well clap'd hands call him to life againe.
FINIS.
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