Too soon and too late is this work is published: too soon, in that it was in the press before I had notice of it, by which means some faults may escape in the printing; too late, for that it was not published when the general voice of the people had sealed it for good, and the newness of it made it much more desired than at this time. For plays in this city are like wenches new-fallen to the trade: only desired of your neatest gallants whiles they’re fresh; when they grow stale they must be rented by termers and country chapmen. I know not how this labour will please: sure I am it passed the censure of the stage with a general applause; now whether vox populi be vox Dei or no, that I leave to be tried by the acute judgment of the famous six wits of the city. Farewell.