A slattern is a fearful sight,--ah, me! What pleasure it gives so tidy to be! (_Exit TIDY_) EPILOGUE Now that the play is at an end, By CHANCE _you_ have enjoyed it, friend; By CHANCE to _you_ his sweet was gall; By CHANCE _you_ slumbered through it all. Howe’er it be, it was by CHANCE The KING was led so merry a dance, By CHANCE that TIDY met disgrace, By CHANCE alone SLUT washed her face; From morn to eve the whole day long It was by CHANCE that things went wrong. Wherefore, good friends, t’ escape derision, Be not o’er hasty in your decision, For he who heedeth not this rule BY CHANCE HE WILL BE CALLED A FOOL! TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: Italicized or underlined text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_.