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INDUC. LORD. Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,
I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
sup them well, and look unto them all : To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
FIRST HUN. I will, my Lord.
LORD. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?
SEC. HUN. He breathes, my Lord. Were he not warm'd
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
And brave2 attendants near him when he wakes:
FIRST HUN. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot choose. SEC. HUN. It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd.
LORD. Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy.
Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,
And hang it round with all my wanton pictures :
Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters,
And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:
Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;
And, when he says he's Sly, 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.1
FIRST HUN. My Lord, I warrant you we will 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;
Players that offer service to your Lordship.
LORD. Bid them come near.
Now, Fellows, you are welcome.
PLAYERS. We thank your Honour.
LORD. Do you intend to stay with me to-night?
SEC. PLAY. So please your Lordship to accept our duty.
1 done delicately.
2 for fitted.
But I am doubtful of your modesties;1
And so offend him; for I tell you, Sirs,
you should smile, he grows impatient.
FIRST PLAY. Fear not, my Lord: we can contain our-
Were he the veriest antic3 in the world.
And give them friendly welcome every one:
Sirrah, go you to Barthol'mew my page,
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber;
Tell him from me, as he will win my love,
To see her noble lord restor❜d to health,
[Exit a Serving-man.
2 passion of merriment.
I know the boy will well usurp the grace,
I long to hear him call the drunkard Husband;
SCENE II. A Bedchamber.
Enter aloft SLY, with Attendants; some with apparel, others with basin and ewer and other appurtenances; and Lord.
SLY. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.
FIRST SERV. Will't please your Lordship drink a cup of
SEC. SERV. Will 't please your Honour taste of these conserves?
THIRD SERV. What raiment will your Honour wear
SLY. I am Christophero Sly; call not me Honour nor
Am not I
LORD. Heaven cease this idle humour in your Honour!
1 the seat of laughter.
fourteen pence on the score for sheer1 ale, score me
THIRD SERV. O, this it is that makes your Lady mourn!
As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
O noble Lord, bethink thee of thy birth;
Call home thy ancient3 thoughts from banishment,
Each in his office ready at thy beck.
Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,
Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch
FIRST SERV. Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift
As breathed stags; ay, fleeter than the roe.
SEC. SERV. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee
Adonis painted by a running brook,
And Cytherea all in sedges hid,
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
LORD. We'll shew thee Io as she was a maid,
And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,
As lively painted as the deed was done.
THIRD SERV. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds;
4 stags in full course.