[Enter Epilogue.]

'Tis ten to one, this play can never please

3451All that are here. Some come to take their ease

3452And sleep an act or two; but those we fear

3453W'have frighted with our trumpets. So 'tis clear,

3454They'll say 'tis naught. Others, to hear the City

3455Abused extremely, and to cry 'that's witty',

3456Which we have not done neither; that, I fear,

3457All the expected good w'are like to hear.

3458For this play at this time is only in

3459The merciful construction of good women,

3460For such a one we showed 'em. If they smile

3461And say twill do, I know within a while

3462All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,

3463If they hold, when their ladies bid 'em clap.