Ch. 341: Epilogue

Epilogue****

Enter Epilogue.

EPILOGUE.

’Tis ten to one this play can never please

All that are here. Some come to take their ease,

And sleep an act or two—but those, we fear,

We’ve frighted with our trumpets; so, ’tis clear,

They’ll say ’tis naught—others, to hear the city

Abused extremely and to cry “That’s witty!”—

Which we have not done neither—that I fear

All the expected good we’re like to hear

For this play at this time is only in

The merciful construction of good women,

For such a one we showed ’em. If they smile

And say ’twill do, I know within a while

All the best men are ours; for ’tis ill hap

If they hold when their ladies bid ’em clap.

[_Exit. _]