Troilus and Cressida

Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Sets all on hazard.

And hither am I come A prologue arm’d, but not in confidence Of author’s pen or actor’s voice, but suited In like conditions as our argument, To tell you, fair beholders, that our play Leaps o’er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils, Beginning in the middle; starting thence away, To what may be digested in a play.