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To the Reader of either sort.
REaders whatsoeuer (courteous I de∣sire it, if otherwise I care not) I present you as subtile vintners are woont, with my quart at the end of a large recko∣ning, wherin though I striue to delight your tast, you must hold your selfe assured to pay for your pleasures; for books craue labour, and labour de∣serues money, pay therfore the Printer for his pains, and if you meet not Carpes in your dish, you may hap haue Gogins if you angle: You run sweating to a play though there want a spirit of wit, I meane meriment in it, then sticke not to giue freely for this, for my Commedie is pleasure, the world is my sta•…•…e and stage, and mine actors so well trained, that without a foole and a Deuill I passe nothing, (and thats no smal credit in a countrey towne where hornd beasts yeeld most pleasure and profit) Kind heart shall not show you so many teeth tipt with siluer in his Sunday hat, as I Deuils incarnate in clokes of the new fashion, But what Deuils say you? (for if Plato lie not, they are in the aire like Atomi in sole, mothes in the sonne.) Faith, earthly Deuils in humane habits, wherof some sit on your pillows when you sleepe, wait on