EPILOGVEI would now aske ye how ye like the Play,But, as it is with Schoole Boyes, cannot say,I am cruell fearefull: pray, yet stay a while,And let me looke upon ye: No man smile?Then it goes hard, I see; He that hasLov’d a yong hansome wench, then, show his face—Tis strange if none be heere—and if he willAgainst his Conscience, let him hisse, and killOur Market: Tis in vaine, I see, to stay yee;Have at the worst can come, then! Now what say ye?And yet mistake me not: I am not bold;We have no such cause. If the tale we have told(For tis no other) any way content ye(For to that honest purpose it was ment ye)We have our end; and ye shall have ere long,I dare say, many a better, to prolongYour old loves to us: we, and all our mightRest at your service. Gentlemen, good night. [Florish.]FINIS
I would now aske ye how ye like the Play,But, as it is with Schoole Boyes, cannot say,I am cruell fearefull: pray, yet stay a while,And let me looke upon ye: No man smile?Then it goes hard, I see; He that hasLov’d a yong hansome wench, then, show his face—Tis strange if none be heere—and if he willAgainst his Conscience, let him hisse, and killOur Market: Tis in vaine, I see, to stay yee;Have at the worst can come, then! Now what say ye?And yet mistake me not: I am not bold;We have no such cause. If the tale we have told(For tis no other) any way content ye(For to that honest purpose it was ment ye)We have our end; and ye shall have ere long,I dare say, many a better, to prolongYour old loves to us: we, and all our mightRest at your service. Gentlemen, good night. [Florish.]