I charge you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as please you.
Epilogue.
I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women, that between you and the women the play may please.
Epilogue.
PROLOGUE.
Shall we clap into ’t roundly, without hawking or spitting or saying we are hoarse, which are the only prologues to a bad voice.
PLAY.
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
II, 7, 157.