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Adies to you, in whose defence and right,
Fletchers
brave Muse prepar'd her self to fight
A battaile without blood, 'twas well
fought too,
(The victory's yours,
though got with much ado.)
We do present this Comedy, in which
A rivulet of pure wit
flowes, strong and rich
In Fancy, Language, and all parts
that may
Adde grace and ornament
to a merry Play.
Which this may prove. Yet not to
go too far
In promises from this
our female war, [3410]
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We do intreat
the angry men would not
Expect the
mazes of a subtle plot,
Set Speeches, high expressions; and
what's worse,
in a true Comedy,
politique discourse.
The end we ayme at, is to make you
sport;
Yet neither gall
the City, nor the Court.
Heare, and observe his Comique straine
and when
Y'are sick of
melancholy, see't agen.
'Tis no deere Physick, since 'twill
quit the cost:
Or his intentions,
with our pains, are lost. [3420]
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THe
Tamer's tam'd, but so, as nor the men
Can finde one
just cause to complaine of, when
They fitly do consider in their lives,
They should not
raign as Tyrants o'r their wives.
Nor can the women from this president
Insult, or triumph:
it being aptly meant,
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To teach both
Sexes due equality;
And as they stand
bound, to love mutually.
If this effect, arising from a cause
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Well layd, and
grounded, may deserve applause,
We something more then hope, our
honest ends
Will keep
the men, and women too, our friends.
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