Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced. But masters, here are your parts. And I am to entreat you, request you and desire you to con them by tomrorrow night and meet me a mile without the town, by moonlight. There we will rehearse, for if we meet in the city we shall be dogged with company, and our devices known. In the meantime I will draw a bill of properties such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not.

Oh, monstrous! Oh, strange! We are haunted. Pray, masters! Fly, masters! Help!

(as Prologue) If we offend, it is with out good will. That you think we come not to offend, but with good will. To show our simple skill, that is the true beginning of our end. Consider then we come but in despite. We do not come as minding to contest you, our true intent is. All for your delight we are not here. That you should here repent you, the actors are at hand, and by their show you shall know all that you are like to know.