Epilogue

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1. ’Tis ten to one this play can never please
2. All that are here. Some come to take their ease,
3. And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear
4. W’ have frighted with our trumpets; so ’tis clear,
5. They’ll say ’tis naught; others to hear the city
6. Abus’d extremely, and to cry, “That’s witty!”
7. Which we have not done neither: that I fear
8. All the expected good w’ are like to hear
9. For this play at this time, is only in
10. The merciful construction of good women,
11. For such a one we show’d ’em. If they smile,
12. And say ’twill do, I know within a while
13. All the best men are ours; for ’tis ill hap
14. If they hold when their ladies bid ’em clap.