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The First Web Folio Edition of Shakespeare's Works
| 'Tis ten to one this play can never please | |||
| All that are here: some come to take their ease, | |||
| And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, | |||
| We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear, | |||
| They'll say 'tis naught: others, to hear the city | 5 | ||
| Abused extremely, and to cry 'That's witty!' | |||
| Which we have not done neither: that, I fear, | |||
| All the expected good we're like to hear | |||
| For this play at this time, is only in | |||
| The merciful construction of good women; | 10 | ||
| For such a one we show'd 'em: if they smile, | |||
| And say 'twill do, I know, within a while | |||
| All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, | |||
| If they hold when their ladies bid 'em clap. | |||
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