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Epilogue, spoken by the Grand Satyre.

Ladies and gentle youths be pleas'd to spare
One eye to view this Goblin thatcht with haire,
And then (what ever Language he hath flung
From the wilde furie of a Satyres tongue)
He does presume your softer Sex will scan
Some walking Cottage wrong'd you, not a man:
He does confesse his language never knew
That smooth humanity which lives in you;
Nor dares he think he can reforme this Sin,
Till some new Mart of manners doe come in:
Besides he thought this rough behaviour due
To female Faries, 'twas not meant to You.
His fancy dream'd of Elves, but now does fear
The Sexes glory has bin injur'd here.
For when he sees a Constellation rise
Shot from the glorious light of severall eyes
That gild the Orbe, he knowes these are not Bowers
For Silvian dames, but some diviner powers.
And what the Revels of the woods grant free
This chaster Scene hath rais'd to blasphemie.
Well since the crime is Acted, here he stands
The doome of female weapons, nayles and hands.
And since his language hath prophan'd thus long,
Faith Ladies clap him soundly for this wrong.
Exit.