Page 1615 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

THE PROLOGUE IT

I come no more to make you laugh. Things now

That bear a weighty and a serious brow,
Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe,
Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow,

We now present. Those that can pity here [5]
May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;
The subject will deserve it. Such as give
Their money out of hope they may believe
May here find truth too. Those that come to see

Only a show or two, and so agree [10]
The play may pass, if they be still, and willing,
I’ll undertake may see away their shilling

Richly in two short hours. Only they
That come to hear a merry, bawdy play,
A noise of targets, or to see a fellow [15]
In a long motley coat guarded with yellow,
Will be deceived. For, gentle hearers, know

To rank our chosen truth with such a show
As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting
Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring [20]

To make that only true we now intend,
Will leave us never an understanding friend.
Therefore, for goodness’ sake, and as you are known
The first and happiest hearers of the town,
Be sad, as we would make ye. Think ye see [25]

The very persons of our noble story
As they were living; think you see them great,
And followed with the general throng and sweat

Of thousand friends: then, in a moment, see
How soon this mightiness meets misery: [30]
And if you can be merry then, I’ll say
A man may weep upon his wedding day.