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SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath.
Enter Hostess and Sly.
Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues: Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide: Sessa!
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?
Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimy ;-Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.
Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the thirdborough.
[Erit. 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 Sertants. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my
| Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet,
i Hun. I will, my lord.
he breathe ? 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not warm'd
with ale, This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. ,
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies ! 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 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him, when he
wak’d. Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy: 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 honour 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 your 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 dreams,
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
i Hun. 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.
Re-enter a Servant.
Sero. An it please your honour,
Lord. Bid them come near :
Enter Players. Now, fellows, you are welcome.
1 Play. We thank your honour. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty.
Lord. With all my heart.—This fellow I remember, 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.
i Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour means.
Lord. 'Tis very true ;—thou didst it excellent.
i 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,
[Exeunt Servant and Players.