1 I come no more to make you laugh: things now, 2 That bear a weighty and a serious brow, 3 Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, 4 Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, 5 We now present. Those that can pity, here 6 May, if they think it well, let fall a tear; 7 The subject will deserve it. Such as give 8 Their money out of hope they may believe, 9 May here find truth too. Those that come to see 10 Only a show or two, and so agree 11 The play may pass, if they be still and willing, 12 I'll undertake may see away their shilling 13 Richly in two short hours. Only they 14 That come to hear a merry bawdy play, 15 A noise of targets, or to see a fellow 16 In a long motley coat guarded with yellow, 17 Will be deceived; for, gentle hearers, know, 18 To rank our chosen truth with such a show 19 As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting 20 Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring, 21 To make that only true we now intend, 22 Will leave us never an understanding friend. 23 Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are known 24 The first and happiest hearers of the town, 25 Be sad, as we would make ye: think ye see 26 The very persons of our noble story 27 As they were living; think you see them great, 28 And follow'd with the general throng and sweat 29 Of thousand friends; then in a moment, see 30 How soon this mightiness meets misery: 31 And, if you can be merry then, I'll say 32 A man may weep upon his wedding-day.