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EPILOGUE
The Prologue promis'd something for the PlayVnder a penalty, I come to pay
What he engag'd for, not to beg applause,
But, if we have transgress'd the Comick laws,
To suffer punishment; Beauties, to you
First I addresse me for the Poets due;
He seeks but justice from your I vorie hands,
As you like or dislike ho falls or stands:
Smile on the peice, and no man dares to frown,
Your vote swayes both the Cavaleer and Clown:
Yours are the leading voices, in your looks
We read our fortune better then in books;
Y are pleas'd, for Heaven's displaid in smiles, so thē
I need say nothing to you, Gentlemen.
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