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Epilogue. Written by a Person of Quality.
'Tis well the Scene is laid remote from hence,'Twould bring in question else our Author's sence.
Two monstrous things, produc'd for this our Age,
And no where to be seen but on the Stage.
A Woman ravisht, and a Great man wise,
Nay honest too, without the least disguise.
Another Character deserves great blame,
A Cuckold daring to revenge his shame.
Surly, ill-natur'd Roman, wanting wit,
Angry when all true Englishmen submit,
Witness the Horns of the well-headed Pit.
Tell me ye fair ones, pray now tell me, why
For such a fault as this to bid me dye.
Should Husbands thus command, and Wives obey,
'Twould spoil our Audience for the next new Play,
Too many wanting who are here to day.
For I suppose if ere that hapned to yee,
'Twas force prevailed, yee said he would undo yee.
Struggling, cried out, but all alas in vain,
Like me yee underwent the killing pain.
Did you not pity me, lament each groan,
When left with the wild Emperor alone?
I know in thought yee kindly bore a part,
Each had her Valentinian in her heart.
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