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EPILOGUE. Spoken by IMPERIA.
ALL is not done: There's yet, a word or two, For th' Author; And (Fair Ladies) first to you: You, who're the making, or the marring Powers, (For most Mens Watches ever went by yours) From you, he hopes he need not fear a frown, For what is Portia's Vertue, but your own? Your own transcrib'd: and what (if ye must know The truth) he only copy'd off from you. But for my self: For once, ev'n let me pass; And tho' the face mayn't please ye, spareth' Glass; Ye can't but say, I made the Devil an Ass: Contraries, by their contraries appear; Were you all 'like, where were the Good, or Fair? There were no Fund for Wit, were all Men Wise, And Fools, wou'd want their Representatives. Faith (Ladies) take it favourably; and then, He thinks he's more than half-secure o'th' Men: For you, that have good Wives, can't disapprove That in another, which in them, ye love: And you, that have got bad ones, cannot call The Copy ill, that hits th' Original: What, tho' at home, ye dare scarce tread, for fear; Y'are out of hearing now, and may laugh, here: And you, that nev'r had any of your own, May view the Ground, before the Match be run. Sure, some of ye will be pleas'd: And if so, Give me your hands upon't: And seal it you (Fair Ladies) with a Smile, 'twill clear the Air, Make it a starry Evening, and all, fair.FINIS.