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Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with
Huntsmen and Servants.
i 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.
doth he breathe?
warmd with ale,
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!
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 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,
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 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 part,
As he shall think, by our true diligence,
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.
How now? who is it?
An it please your honour,
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 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.
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:
modesties; Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, (For yet his honour 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 our
selves, Were he the veriest antick in the world.
Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, 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 honourable action, Such as he hath observ'd 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 honour 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 restor'd to health,
Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him
A BEDCHAMBER IN THE LORD'S HOUSE.
Sly is discovered in a rich night gown, with Attendants;
some with apparel, others with bason, ewer, and other