THE.
No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse, for when the players are all dead there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it had played Pyramus and hanged himself in Thisbe’s garter, it would have been a fine tragedy; and so it is, truly; and very notably discharged. But, come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone.
Act V. Scene I. Line 32–line 369.
ACTORS.
Read the names of the actors, and so grow to a point.
I, 2, 9.
Call forth your actors by the scroll,
Masters spread yourselves.
I, 2, 16.