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EPILOGUE
3276 ’Tis ten to one this play can never please
3277 All that are here. Some come to take their ease
3278 And sleep an act or two—but those, we fear,
3279 We’ve frighted with our trumpets; so, ’tis clear,
3280 5 They’ll say ’tis naught—others, to hear the city
3281 Abused extremely and to cry “That’s witty!”—
3282 Which we have not done neither—that I fear
3283 All the expected good we’re like to hear
3284 For this play at this time is only in
3285 10 The merciful construction of good women,
3286 For such a one we showed ’em. If they smile
3287 And say ’twill do, I know within a while
3288 All the best men are ours; for ’tis ill hap
3289 If they hold when their ladies bid ’em clap.
⌜He exits.⌝
EPILOGUE
3276 ’Tis ten to one this play can never please
3277 All that are here. Some come to take their ease
3278 And sleep an act or two—but those, we fear,
3279 We’ve frighted with our trumpets; so, ’tis clear,
3280 5 They’ll say ’tis naught—others, to hear the city
3281 Abused extremely and to cry “That’s witty!”—
3282 Which we have not done neither—that I fear
3283 All the expected good we’re like to hear
3284 For this play at this time is only in
3285 10 The merciful construction of good women,
3286 For such a one we showed ’em. If they smile
3287 And say ’twill do, I know within a while
3288 All the best men are ours; for ’tis ill hap
3289 If they hold when their ladies bid ’em clap.
⌜He exits.⌝