Ch. 781: EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE****

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EPILOGUE

I would now ask ye how you like the play,

But, as it is with schoolboys, cannot say.

I am cruel fearful! Pray yet, stay a while,

And let me look upon ye. No man smile?

Then it goes hard, I see. He that has

Loved a young handsome wench, then, show his face—

’Tis strange if none be here—and, if he will,

Against his conscience let him hiss, and kill

Our market. ’Tis in vain, I see, to stay ye.

Have at the worst can come, then! Now what say ye?

And yet mistake me not: I am not bold;

We have no such cause. If the tale we have told

For ’tis no other—any way content ye—

For to that honest purpose it was meant ye—

We have our end; and you shall have ere long,

I dare say, many a better, to prolong

Your old loves to us. We, and all our might,

Rest at your service. Gentlemen, good night.

[_Flourish. Exit. _]