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PROLOGVE.
To this place Gentlemen, full many a dayWe have bid ye welcome; and to many a Play:
And those whose angry soules were not diseasd
With law, or lending money, we have pleasd;
And make no doubt to do again. This night
No mighty matter, nor no light,
We must intreat you looke for: A good tale
Told in two houres, we will not faile
If we be perfect to rehearse ye: New
I am sure it is, and hansome; but how true
Let them dissute that writ it. Ten to one
We please the women; and I would know that man
Follows not their example. If ye mean
To know the Play well, travell with the Scene.
For it lies upon the road; if we chance tire,
As ye are good men leave us not i'th mire,
Another bayt may mend us: If you grow
A litte gald or weary; cry but hoa,
And we'l stay for ye. When our journey ends
Every mans Pot I hope, and all part friends.
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