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 This, this was he, that blest by sacred Power, } To England its Religion did Restore,          } So firm, that Rome could never hurt it more. }       An EPILOGUE. For and : In one of my Comedies.

Crab. Come Spouse, to talk in Mode now like the Great, We'll pack up Stuff, and home to our Estate: But First, before we come to Taunton Steeple, Prithee let's have one word, with these good People; Thou know'st we've promis'd to befriend the Play, Gill. Well, what of that, what would you have me say? Crab. Why? set thy Face, and thy best Curchy make, } And then desire the Wits here for thy sake,       } To spare the Poet, that his Whim may take. } Gill. Who I, Lord, Lord, d'ye think they'll do't for me, No, no, dan't think zo Man, Crab. Why not for thee? thou art a Woman; Thou'rt of a Kind, that ne'er can fail to Please, Gill. No zure, I am not vine enough for these: My Vace is tann'd, and I've no White nor Red, Nor e'er a ruffled Cap upon my Head; I'm a loyn of Mutton plainly dress'd, And these nice volk, love all their Mutton lac'd. Besides yon Gentlewomen that sit by,      } That gave their twanking Cuffs on to, to vly, } Can do the Business better much than I.      } Let them speak first, Crab. Odrabit it, they Pay, And all are Benefactors to the Play: