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, That is the true begging of our end. Consider then, we come not 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, The actors are at hand; and, by their show, You shall know all that you are like to know.

This lanthorn doth the horned moon present- This lanthorn do the the horned moon present; Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be. All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon; I the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this child-bear, my child bear.