_The._ The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing. Our sport shall be to take what they mistake: 90 And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect Takes it in might, not merit. Where I have come, great clerks have purposed To greet me with premeditated welcomes; Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, 95 Make periods in the midst of sentences, Throttle their practised accent in their fears, And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet, Out of this silence yet I pick’d a welcome; 100 And in the modesty of fearful duty I read as much as from the rattling tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence. Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity In least speak most, to my capacity. 105 _Re-enter_ PHILOSTRATE. _Phil._ So please your Grace, the Prologue is address’d. _The._ Let him approach. [_Flourish of trumpets._ _Enter_ QUINCE _for the_ Prologue. _Pro._ If we offend, it is with our good will. That you should think, we come not to offend, But with good will. To show our simple skill, 110 That is the true beginning of our end. Consider, then, we come but in despite. We do not come as minding to content you, Our true intent is. All for your delight, We are not here. That you should here repent you, 115 The actors are at hand; and, by their show, You shall know all, that you are like to know. _The._ This fellow doth not stand upon points. _Lys._ He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not 120 enough to speak, but to speak true. _Hip._ Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government. _The._ His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next? 125 _Enter_ PYRAMUS _and_ THISBE, WALL, MOONSHINE, _and_ LION.