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Epilogue Spoken by SIR TIMOTHY TAWDREY.
SIR TIMOTHY, Gallants, at last is come To know his Sentence, and receive his Doom. But pray before you are resolv'd to be Severe, look on your selves, and then on me; Observe me well, I am a Man of Show, Of Noise, and Nonsence, as are most of you, Tho' all of you don't share with me in Title, In Character you differ very little. Tell me in what you find a difference? It may be you will say, you're Men of Sence; But Faith— Were one of you o'th' Stage, and I i'th' Pit, He might be thought the Fopp, and I the Wit. On equal Grounds you'll scarce know one from t'other; We are as like, as Brother is to Brother. To judge against me then wou'd be ill Nature, For Men are kind to those they're like in Feature. For Iudges therefore I accept you all; By you, SIR TIMOTHY will stand or fall. He's too faint-hearted that his Sentence fears, Who has the Honour to be try'd by's Peers.Written by Mr. E. R.
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