Part 28 (2/2)

_Din._ Her blus.h.i.+ng silence grants it; nay Sir storm not, He is my friend, and I can make this good, His birth and fortunes equal hers, your Lords.h.i.+p Might have sought out a worse, we are all friends too, All differences end thus. Now Sir, unless You would raise new dissentions, make perfect What is so well begun.

_Vert._ That were not manly.

_Lam._ Let me perswade you.

_Cham._ Well G.o.d give you joy, She shall not come a Begger to you Sir.

For you Monsieur _Dinant_ 'ere long I'le shew you Another Niece, to this not much inferiour, As you shall like proceed.

_Din._ I thank you Sir.

_Cham._ Back then to _Paris_: well that travel ends That makes of deadly enemies perfect friends.

[_Exeunt omnes._

Prologue.

_To promise much, before a play begin, And when 'tis done, ask pardon, were a sin We'l not be guilty of: and to excuse Before we know a fault, were to abuse The writers and our selves, for I dare say We all are fool'd if this be not a Play, And such a play as shall (so should plays do) Imp times dull wings, and make you merry too.

'Twas to that purpose writ, so we intend it And we have our wisht ends, if you commend it._

Epilogue.

Gentlemen,

_I am sent forth to enquire what you decree } Of us and of our Poets, they will be } This night exceeding merry, so will we } If you approve their labours. They profess You are their Patrons, and we say no less, Resolve us then, for you can only tell Whether we have done id'ly or done well._

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