Three new playes; viz. The [brace] bashful lover, Guardian, Very woman. As they have been often acted at the private-house in Black-Friers, by His late Majesties Servants, with great applause. / Written by Philip Massenger, Gent. Never printed before.

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Three new playes; viz. The [brace] bashful lover, Guardian, Very woman. As they have been often acted at the private-house in Black-Friers, by His late Majesties Servants, with great applause. / Written by Philip Massenger, Gent. Never printed before.
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Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.
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London, :: Printed for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his shop at the sign of the Prince's Arms in St. Pauls Church-yard.,
1655.
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"Three new playes; viz. The [brace] bashful lover, Guardian, Very woman. As they have been often acted at the private-house in Black-Friers, by His late Majesties Servants, with great applause. / Written by Philip Massenger, Gent. Never printed before." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A50093.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 15, 2024.

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EPILOGUE.

PRay you Gentlemen keep your seats; something I would Deliver to gain favour, if I could, To us, and the still doubtful Author. He, When I desir'd an Epilogue, answer'd me, 'Twas to no purpose: He must stand his fate, Since all intreaties now would come too late; You being long since resolv'd what you would say Of him, or us, as ye rise, or of the Play. A strange old Fellow! yet this sullen mood Would quickly leave him, might it be understood You part not hence displeas'd. I am design'd To give him certain notice: If you find Things worth your liking, shew it. Hope and Fear, Though different passions, have the self-same ear.
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