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Epilogue,
TO
LOVE and HONOR,
A Tragicomedy.

Troth Gentlemen, you must vouchsafe awhileT'excuse my Mirth; I cannot chuse but smile!And 'tis to thinke, how like a subtle Spie,Our Poet waits, to heare his destinie:Just i'th pay'd-Entry as you passe; the placeWhere first you mention your dislike, or grace.Pray whisper softly, that he may not heare;Or else, such words, as shall not blast his Eare.

Epilogue

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