for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive by your simpering, none of you hate them), that between you and the women, the play may please. If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me,* and breaths that I defied not: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make curt'sy, bid me farewell. [Exeunt. *That I liked. END OF VOL. I. COX (BROTHERS) AND WYMAN, PRINTERS, GREAT QUEEN STREET. |