Act 5 — THE EPILOGUE AT COURT.
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We have nothing left us but our blushes now For your much penance; and though we allow Our fears no comfort, since you must appear Judges corrupt, if not to us severe: Yet in your majesty we hope to find A mercy, and in that our pardon sign'd. And how can we despair you will forgive Them who would please, when oft offenders live? And if we have err'd, may not the courteous say, 'Twas not their trade, and but the Author's play?