The Jew of Malta/Epilogue
Epilogue Spoken at Court
It is our fear (dread sovereign) we have bin
Too tedious; neither can't be less than sin
To wrong your princely patience: If we have,
(Thus low dejected) we your pardon crave:
And if aught here offend your ear or sight,
We only act and speak what others write.
Epilogue Spoken at the Stage
In graving, with Pygmalion to contend;
Or painting, with Apells; doutless the end
Must be disgrace: our actor did not so,
He only aimed to go, but not out-go.
Nor think that this day any prize1 was played;
Here were no bets at all, no wagers laid;
All the ambition that his mind doth swell,
Is but to hear from you (by me) 'twas well.