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    We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear,
5    They'll say 'tis naught: others, to hear the city
6    Abused extremely, and to cry 'That's witty!'
7    Which we have not done neither: that, I fear,
8    All the expected good we're 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.