Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kin. TIs ten to one, this Play can neuer please
Kin. All that are heere: Some come to take their ease,
Kin. And sleepe an Act or two; but tbose we feare
Kin. W'haue frighted with our Tumpets: so 'tis cleare,
Kin. They'll say tis naught. Others to heare the City
Kin. Abus'd extreamly, and to cry that's witty,
Kin. Which wee haue not done neither; that I feare
Kin. All the expected good w'are like to heare.
Kin. For this Play at this time, is onely in
Kin. The mercifull construction of good women,
Kin. For such a one we shew'd 'em: If they smile,
Kin. And say twill doe; I know within a while,
Kin. All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
Kin. If they hold, when their Ladies bid 'em clap.
Kin. FINIS.
Loues Labour's lost.
Actus primus.
[Act 1, Scene 1]
Enter Ferdinand King of Nauarre, Berowne, Longauill, and
Dumane.