 | The Step-Mother |  |
THE EPILOGUE To the HOUSE, Spoken by The STEP-MOTHER.
The Ancient Britains I have pleas'd; and nowI come to their Descendents, to know how
You'l censure me; my Doom I fain would hear,
Yet, like you Lovers, what I hope, I fear.
But fear arrives too late, the time is past;
No going lesse, when once the Dice are cast,
Whether I fairly passe, or have thrown out,
You are to judge; pray, put me out of doubt.
| The Step-Mother | |