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Which time shall bring to ripeness. She shall be
King. Thou speakest wonders.
Cran. She shall be to the happiness of England, An aged Princess; many days shall see her,
And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
King. O lord Arch-bishop,
to you, my good Lord-mayor,
shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords, Ye must all see the Queen, and she must thank ye, She will be fick else. This day no man think H'as business at his house, for all shall stay, This little one fall make it holy-day, (Exeunt,
E P I L O G U E, T'S.
*IS ten to one shis play can never please
All that are here : fome come to take their eafein And seep an act or two; but those we fear We've frighted with our trumpets: fo 'tis clear They'll say 'tis naught. Others, to hear the city Abus'd extreamly, and to cry that's witty; which we have not done neither ; that I fear All the expected good w'are like to hear For this play at this time, is only in The merciful construction of good women; (For such a one we shew'd 'em) If they smile, And say't will 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: