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Before an Alehouse on a Heath.
Sly. I'll pheese' you, in faith.
Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue!
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! 3
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. 4
i Beat or knock. 2 Few words.
4 This line and the scrap of Spanish is used in burlesque from an old play called Hieronymo, or the Spanish Tragedy.
Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the thirdborough.
[Exit, Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come,
[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: Brach Merriman,
the poor cur is emboss'd',
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 Hun. 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 Hun. I will, my lord.
Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See,
doth 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.com What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, 5 An officer whose authority equals that of a constable. 6 Bitch,
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
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 musick 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
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 lunatick ;
And, when he says he is, say, that he dreams,
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs;
It will be pastime passing excellent,
If it be husbanded with modesty.
| Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our
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.~
How now? who is it?
An it please your honour,
Players that offer service to your lordship
Lord. Bid them come near :
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
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
fitted, and naturally perform'd.
1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour
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 behaviour,