EPILOGUE
[Spoken by a Dancer.]
First, my fear; then, my curtsy; last my
speech. My fear is, your displeasure, my
curtsy, my duty, and my speech, to beg your
pardon. If you look for a good speech now, you 4
undo me; for what I have to say is of mine
own making; and what indeed I should say
will, I doubt, prove mine own marring. But to
the purpose, and so to the venture. Be it known 8
to you,—as it is very well,—I was lately here in
the end of a displeasing play, to pray your
patience for it and to promise you a better. I
did mean indeed to pay you with this; which, 12
if like an ill venture it come unluckily home, I
break, and you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here,
I promised you I would be, and here I commit
my body to your mercies: bate me some and I 16
will pay you some; and, as most debtors do,
promise you infinitely.
If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me,
will you command me to use my legs? and yet 20
that were but light payment, to dance out of your
debt. But a good conscience will make any
possible satisfaction, and so will I. All the
gentlewomen here have forgiven me: if the 24
gentlemen will not, then the gentlemen do not
agree with the gentlewomen, which was never
seen before in such an assembly.
One word more, I beseech you. If you be not 28
too much cloyed with fat meat, our humble
Epilogue; cf. n.
7 doubt: fear
14 break: become bankrupt
16 bate: remit
