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Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with a Train.
Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds,
Brach, Merriman, the poor cur is imbost';
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd Brach.
Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Lord;
And twice to day pick'd out the dullest scent:
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Eccho were as fleet,
Hun. I will, my Lord.
Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? fee, doth he breathe?
2 Hun. He breathes, my Lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,
This were a bed but cold, to fleep fo foundly.
Lord. Omonftrous beaft! how like a fwine he lies!
And brave attendants near him, when he wakes;
1 Hun. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot chuse, 2 Hun. It would feem ftrange unto him, when he wak'd.
Lord. Even as a flatt'ring dream, or worthless fancy.
And hang it round with all my wanton pictures;
Say, what is it your Honour will command?
Full of rose water, and beftrew'd with flowers;
And fay, will't pleafe your Lordship cool your hands?
And ask him what apparel he will wear;
It will be paftime paffing excellent,
1 Hun. My Lord, I warrant you, we'll play our
As he fhall think, by our true diligence,
He is no less than what we fay he is.
Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him;
6 -modefty.] By modefty is meant moderation, without fuffering our merriment to break into any excess.
And each one to his Office, when he wakes.
[Some bear out Sly. Sound Trumpets.
Sirrah, go fee what trumpet is that founds.
Belike, fome noble gentleman that means,[Ex. Servant. Travelling fome journey, to repofe him here.
Re-enter a Servant.
How now? who is it?
Ser. An't please your Honour, Players
Now, Fellows, you are welcome.
Lord. Do you intend to ftay 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 fon : 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman fo well: I have forgot your name; but, fure, that part Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd.
Sim. I think, 'twas Soto that your Honour means '. Lord. 'Tis very true; thou didft it excellent: Well, you are come to me in happy time, The rather for I have fome fport in hand, Wherein your cunning can affift me much.
* It was in thofe times the cuftom of players to travel in companies, and offer their fervice at great houfes
7 Ithink, 'twas Soto] I take our Author here to be paying a Compliment to Beaumont and "Fletcher's Women pleas'd, in which Comedy there is the Character of Soto, who is a Farmer's Son,
and a very facetious Servingman. Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope prefix the Name of Sim to the Line here fpoken; but the firft folio has it Sincklo; which, no doubt, was the Name of one of the Players here introduc'd, and、 who had play'd the Part of Soto with Applaufe.
There is a Lord will hear you play to-night;
Play. Fear not, my lord, we can contain ourfelves; Were he the verieft antick in the world.
2 Play. [to the other.] Go get a Difhclout to make clean your fhoes; and I'll fpeak for the properties . [Exit Player. My lord, we must have a fhoulder of mutton for a property, and a little Vinegar to make our devil roar. Lord. Go, firrah, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome, every one: Let them want nothing that the house affords.
[Exit one with the Players. Şirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, And fee him dreft in all fuits like a lady.
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber,
Property, in the language of a play-house, is every implement neceffary to the exhibition.
9 A little Vinegar to make our devil roar.] When the acting the mysteries of the old and new teftament was in vogue; at the reprefentation of the mystery of the Paffion, Judas and the Devil made a part. And the Devil, wherever he came, was always to fuffer fome difgrace, to make the people laugh: As here, the buffoonery was to apply the gall and vinegar to make him roar.
And the Paffion being that, of
Such as he hath obferv'd in noble ladies
To rain a fhower of commanded tears,
An onion will do well for fuch a fhift;
Which in a Napkin being clofe convey'd,
Which otherwife will go into extreams. [Exit Lord.
• In former editions, Who for thefe feven Years hath efleem'd himself No better than a poor and loathSame Beggar.]
I have ventur'd to alter a Word here, against the Authority of the printed Copies; and hope, I fhall be juftified in it by two fubfequent Paffages. That the
Poet defign'd, the Tinker's fuppos'd Lunacy fhould be of fourteen Years ftanding at leaft, is evident upon two parallel Passages in the Play to that Purpose.
*It is not unlikely that the onion was an expedient used by the actors of interludes.