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Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, and kindly.

[lies down on the ground, and falls asleep.

Wind horns.

Enter a LORD from hunting, with HUNTSMEN and Servants.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:

Brach1 Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd,2
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?

I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

1 Hunts. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord:

He cried upon it at the merest loss,

And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent.
Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet,

I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
But sup them well, and look unto them all;
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.

1 Hunts. I will, my lord.

Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?

1 Bitch.

2 i. e. her knees are swelled with hard running.

2 Hunts. He breathes, my lord.

warm'd with ale,

Were he not

This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.

Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he


Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.

What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,

A most delicious banquet by his bed,

And brave attendants near him when he wakes;
Would not the beggar then forget himself?

1 Hunts. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.

2 Hunts. It would seem strange unto him when he waked.

Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless


Then take him up, and manage well the jest.

Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,

And hang it round with all my wanton pictures :
Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters,
And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:
Procure me music ready when he wakes,

To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
And, with a low submissive reverence,
Say, What is it your honor will command?'
Let one attend him with a silver bason,

Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers;

Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,

And say,—'Will't please your lordship cool you. hands?'

Some one be ready with a costly suit,

And ask him what apparel he will wear;
Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
And that his lady mourns at his disease.
Persuade him, that he hath been lunatic;
And, when he says he is -, say, that he dreamt,
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.

This do, and do it kindly,1 gentle sirs:
It will be pastime passing excellent,

If it be husbanded with modesty.2

1 Hunts. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our part,

As he shall think, by our true diligence,

He is no less than what we say he is.

Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him, And each one to his office, when he wakes.

[some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds:


[Exit Servant.

Belike, some noble gentleman, that means,
Travelling some journey, to repose him here.---

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Players that offer service to your lordship.
Lord. Bid them come near.


1 Play. We thank

Now, fellows, you are welcome.



Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our


Lord. With all my heart.-This fellow I remem


Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son

'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well. I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd.

1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honor


Lord. 'Tis very true ;— -thou didst it excellent.Well, you are come to me in happy time; The rather for I have some sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can assist me much. There is a lord will hear you play to-night: But I am doubtful of your modesties; Lest, over-eying of his odd behavior, (For yet his honor never heard a play) You break into some merry passion, And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, If you should smile, he grows impatient.

1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves,

Were he the veriest antic in the world.

Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,1 And give them friendly welcome every one: Let them want nothing that my house affords.[Exeunt Servant and Players. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page,

[to a Servant

And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber,
And call him Madam; do him obeisance.

Tell him from me, (as he will win my love)
He bear himself with honorable action,
Such as he hath observed in noble ladies
Unto their lords, by them accomplished:
Such duty to the drunkard let him do,
With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ;
And say,- - What is 't your honor will command,
Wherein your lady, and your humble wife,

May show her duty, and make known her love?'
And then, with kind embracements, tempting kisses,
And with declining head into his bosom,
Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd
To see her noble lord restored to health,
Who, for this seven years, hath esteemed him
No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:
And if the boy have not a woman's gift,
To rain a shower of commanded tears,
An onion will do well for such a shift;

1 Pantry.

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