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Prologue to a reviv'd
Play of Mr Fletcher's,
call'd The Woman-hater.

Ladies! take't as a secret in your Eare,In stead of homage, and kind welcome here,I heartily could wish, you all were gone;For if you stay, good faith, wee are undone.Alas! you now expect, the usuall wayesOf our addresse, which is, your Sexes praise:But wee to night, unluckily must speake,Such things, will make your Lovers Heart-strings breake;Bely your Virtues, and your beauties staine,With words, contriv'd long since, in your disdaine.'Tis strange you stirre not yet; not all this whileLift up your Fannes, to hide a scornefull smile:Whisper, nor jog your Lords to steale away;So leave us t'act, unto our selves, our Play:

Then

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