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To all the plains about him: children's children
King. Thou fpeakest wonders.
Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England,
Thou'ft made me now a man ; never, before
IS ten to one, this Play can never please
All that are here: fome come to take their case, And fleep an act or two; but those, we fear, We've frighted with our trumpets: fo 'tis clear,
They'll fay, it's naught. Others, to hear the city
Abus'd extremely, and to cry, That's witty!
The End of the Fifth Volume.