E P I L OG U E,

'T

Is ten to one this play can never please

All that are here : Some come to take their eafe,
And seep an act or two; but those we fear]
We've frighted with our trumpets: so 'tis clear
They'll say 'tis naught. Others, to hear the city

Abus'd extreamly, and to cry that's witty;
Which we have not done neither; that I fear
All the expected good w'are like to hear
For this play at this time, is only in
The merciful construction of good women ;
(For such a one we shew'd 'em) if they smile,
And say 't will do ; I know within a while
All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
If they hold when their Ladies bid 'em clap.

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