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I confess they had never a Scene at all,
They wanted no copy, they had th' original.
For the Windowes being down, and most part of the roof,
How could they want Scenes when they had prospect enough.
Now we will suppose that Munday is come,
And the Play is proclaymed by beat of a Drum.
Faith, now you're supposing, let it be Tuesday morn,
For of Monday, I know no more than the child unborn.
It's said that they Acted not upon Monday,