Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 2
I would now aske ye how ye like the Play,
2But as it is with Schoole Boyes, cannot say,
3I am cruell fearefull: pray yet stay a while,
4And let me looke upon ye: No man smile?
5Then it goes hard I see; He that has
6Lov'd a yong hansome wench then, show his face:
7Tis strange if none be heere, and if he will
8Against his Conscience let him hisse, and kill
9Our Market: Tis in vaine, I see to stay yee,
10Have at the worst can come, then; Now what say ye?
11And yet mistake me not: I am not bold
12We have no such cause. If the tale we have told
13(For tis no other) any way content ye)
14(For to that honest purpose it was ment ye)
15We have our end; and ye shall have ere long
16I dare say many a better, to prolong
17Your old loves to us: we, and all our might,
18Rest at your service, Gentlemen, good night.Florish.