1    I come no more to make you laugh: things now,
2    That bear a weighty and a serious brow,
3    Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe,
4    Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow,
5    We now present. Those that can pity, here
6    May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;
7    The subject will deserve it. Such as give
8    Their money out of hope they may believe,
9    May here find truth too. Those that come to see
10   Only a show or two, and so agree
11   The play may pass, if they be still and willing,
12   I'll undertake may see away their shilling
13   Richly in two short hours. Only they
14   That come to hear a merry bawdy play,
15   A noise of targets, or to see a fellow
16   In a long motley coat guarded with yellow,
17   Will be deceived; for, gentle hearers, know,
18   To rank our chosen truth with such a show
19   As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting
20   Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring,
21   To make that only true we now intend,
22   Will leave us never an understanding friend.
23   Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are known
24   The first and happiest hearers of the town,
25   Be sad, as we would make ye: think ye see
26   The very persons of our noble story
27   As they were living; think you see them great,
28   And follow'd with the general throng and sweat
29   Of thousand friends; then in a moment, see
30   How soon this mightiness meets misery:
31   And, if you can be merry then, I'll say
32   A man may weep upon his wedding-day.