The Magnetick Lady. Epilogue.

CHORUS changed into an Epilogue
to the KING.

Well, Gentlemen, I now must under Seal,

And th' Author's charge, waive you, and make my
Appeal,
To the Supremest Power, my Lord, the King;

Who best can judge of what we humbly bring.
He knows our weakness, and the Poets faults;

Where he doth stand upright, go firm, or halts;
And he will doom him. To which Voice he stands,

And prefers that, 'fore all the Peoples Hands.

THE END.