EPILOGUEEnterEpilogue.EPILOGUEI would now ask ye how you like the play,But, as it is with schoolboys, cannot say.I am cruel fearful! Pray yet, stay a while,And let me look upon ye. No man smile?Then it goes hard, I see. He that hasLoved a young handsome wench, then, show his face—’Tis strange if none be here—and, if he will,Against his conscience let him hiss, and killOur market. ’Tis in vain, I see, to stay ye.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 toldFor ’tis no other—any way content ye—For to that honest purpose it was meant ye—We have our end; and you shall have ere long,I dare say, many a better, to prolongYour old loves to us. We, and all our might,Rest at your service. Gentlemen, good night.[Flourish. Exit.]FINIS
EnterEpilogue.
EPILOGUEI would now ask ye how you like the play,But, as it is with schoolboys, cannot say.I am cruel fearful! Pray yet, stay a while,And let me look upon ye. No man smile?Then it goes hard, I see. He that hasLoved a young handsome wench, then, show his face—’Tis strange if none be here—and, if he will,Against his conscience let him hiss, and killOur market. ’Tis in vain, I see, to stay ye.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 toldFor ’tis no other—any way content ye—For to that honest purpose it was meant ye—We have our end; and you shall have ere long,I dare say, many a better, to prolongYour old loves to us. We, and all our might,Rest at your service. Gentlemen, good night.
[Flourish. Exit.]