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anything。 This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me That when I am in
heaven I shall desire To see what this child does； and praise my Maker。 I
thank ye all。 To you； my good Lord Mayor； And you； good brethren； I am
much beholding； I have receiv'd much honour by your presence； And ye
shall find me thankful。 Lead the way； lords； Ye must all see the Queen； and
she must thank ye； She will be sick else。 This day； no man think Has
business at his house； for all shall stay。 This little one shall make it holiday。
Exeunt
KING_HENRY_VIII｜EPILOGUE THE EPILOGUE。
'Tis ten to one this play can never please All that are here。 Some
come to take their ease And sleep an act or two； but those； we fear； W'have
frighted with our trumpets； so； 'tis clear； They'll say 'tis nought； others to
hear the city Abus'd extremely； and to cry 'That's witty！' Which we have
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not done neither； that； I fear； All the expected good w'are like to hear For
this play at this time is only in The merciful construction of good women；
For such a one we show'd 'em。 If they smile And say 'twill do； I know
within a while All the best men are ours； for 'tis ill hap If they hold when
their ladies bid 'em clap。
THE END
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