For none save bad do fall, which draws no tear,
Nor lets compassion sway your tender ear:
Play! grant it, then—the story ye have read,
For ’tis well chronicled in Hollinshed.
Now give your plaudits, and when that be done,
Your Fool shall bow, and thank ye ev’ry one,”
FINIS.
EPILOGUE.
WRITTEN BY THE LATE ROBERT MERRY, ESQ.
SPOKEN BY MRS. JORDAN.