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EPILOGUE TO THE KING.
I've spoke before your Majesty, but yetI never kneel'd in such a shaking Fit;
For, Sir, the Author bids me kneel and pray
Against your Justice: all that he can say
In his defence, is, that you would condemn
His faults, if strictly you examin'd them.
He hopes you will not; and why should he fear?
Your Majesty was never yet severe
To any thing well-meant, though ill-exprest;
And he presumes, you think, he did his best
To please you: therefore 'twould be hard, if he
In making for your mirth a Comedy,
Should write's own Tragedy; yet that's his Case,
If your Impartial Justice should take place;
But if your Gracious Favour intervene,
The Epilogue is clearly his best Scene.
FINIS.
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