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Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters,
I Hun. My Lord, I warrant you we'll play our As he shall think, by our true diligence, [part, 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. Sound Trumpets. Sirrah, go see what trumpet is that sounds. Belike some noble gentleman that means,
[Ex Servant, Travelling some journey, to repose him here,
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Re-enter a Servant. How now? who is it?
Ser. An't please your Honour, players That offer service to your Lordship. Lord. Bid them come near :
Enter Players. Now, fellows, you are welcome,
Play. We thank your Honour.
member, 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 fure, that part Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d.
Sin. * I think 'twas Soto that your Honour
Lord. 'Tis very true ; thou didft it excellent: Well, you are come to me in happy time, The rather for I have some sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can aslift 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, (For yet his Honour never heard a play), You break into fome merry pallion, And so offend him: for I tell you, Sirs, If you should smile, he grows impatient. Play. Fear not, my Lord, we can contain our.
selves, Were he the verriest antic in the world.
2 Play. to the other. ] Go get a dishclout to make clean your shoes, and I'll speak for the properties t.
[Exit Player. My Lord, we must have a shoulder of mutton for a property, and a little vinegar to make our devil roar 1.
Lord. Go, sirral, take them to the buttery,
* Mr Rowe and Mr Pope prefix the name of Sim to the line here spoken ; but the first tolio has it Suck!o; which, no doubt, was the name of one of the players here introduced, and who had played the part of soto with applause. Theobald
+ Property, in the language of a play.house, is every implement necessary to the exhibition. Fohnson.
# When the acting the myjieries on the Old and New Testament was in vogue"; at the representation of the Myjery of the Pallion, Judas and the devil made a past.
And give them friendly welcome every one :
[Exit one with the Players.
Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman.
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and ewer, and other appurtenances. Re-enter Lord. Sly. For God's sake a pot of small ale. i Serv. Will’t please your Lordship drink a cup
of fack? 2 Serv. Willt please your Honour taste of these
conserves ? 3 Serv. What raiment will your Honour wear
to-day? Sly I am Christophero Sly, call not me Honour nor Lordship : I ne'er drank fack in my life : and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef. Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes more feet than shoes; or such shoes as my toes look through the over-leather. Lord. Heay'n cease this idle humour in your Ho
Sly. What, would you make me mad? am not I Christophero Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath, by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a bearherd, and now by prelent profesion a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wise of Wincot, if she know me not; if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me
up for the lying'lt knave in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught : here's
I Man. Oh, this it is that makes your lady mourn. 2 Man. Oh, this it is that makes your servants
droop. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. Oh, noble Lord, bethink thee of thy birth, Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, And banish hence thele abject lowly dreains. Look how thy fervants do attend on thee; Each in his office ready at thy beck. Wilt thou have music? hark, Apollo plays; [Music. And twenty caged nightingales do sing, Or wilt thou lep? we'll have thee to a couch, Softer and swee er than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. Say thou wilt walk, we will bestrow the ground: Or wilt thou ride? thy horses fhall be trapp'd, Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark. Or wilt thou hunt? Thy hounds shall inake the welkin answer them, And fetch shrill echoes froin the hollow earth. 1 Man. Say thou wilt course, thy greyhounds
are as swift As breathed stags; ay, fleeter than the roe. 2 Man. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch
thee strait Adonis. painted by a running brook; And Githerea all in sedges hid, Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Ev'n as the waving fedges play with wind.
Lord. We'll shew thee lo as she was a maid, And how she was beguiled and surprisid, As lively painted as the deed was done. 3 Man. Or Daphine roaming through a thorny
wood, Scratching her legs, that one shall swear she bleeds; And at that fight shall fad Apollo 'veep, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.