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Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Huntsmen and
1 Hunt. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord ;
I take him for the better dog.
1 Hunt. I will, my lord.
he breathe ? 2 Hunt. 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. What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, 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 Hunt. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. 2 Hunt.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 music ready when he wakes, To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound ;
 Emboss'd is a hunting term. When a deer is hard run, and foams at the mouth, he is said to be emboss'd. A dog also when he is strained with hard running (especially upon hard ground,) will have his knees swelled, and then he is said to be embussid: from the French word bosse, which sig nifies a tumour. T. WARTON.
And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
1 Hunt. My lord, I warrant you, we'll 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; And each one to his office, when he wakes.
[Some bear out SLY. A trumpet sounds. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds: Belike, some noble gentleman; that means, [Ex. Serv. Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
Re-enter a Servant.
Serv. An it please your honour, players
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:
 Bindodesty is meant moderation, without suffering our merriment to break into an excess.
JOHNSON  It was in those times the custom of players to travel in companies, and offer their service at great houses. JOHNSON
I have forgot your name ; but, sure, that part
1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour means.
1 Play. Fear not, my lord ; we can contain ourselves, 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.
[Exe. 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 liath 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 embraces, 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 No better than a poor and loathsome beggar : And if the boy have not a woman's gift, To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift ; Which in a napkin being close convey'd,  Him is used for himself, as you is used for yourself in Macbeth. STE.
Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
A Bed-chamber in the Lord's House." Sly is discovered in a rich
night-gown, with Attendants ; some with apparel, others with bason, ewer, and other appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed like
Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. 1 Serv.Will’t please your lordship drink a cup of sack? 2 Serv. Will't 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 never drank sack 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 overleather.
Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour ! O, that a mighty man, of such descent, Of such possessions, and so high esteem, Should be infused with so foul a spirit!
Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-Heath; by birth a pedler, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession-a tinker? Ask
 From the original stage direction in the first folio it appears that Sly and the other persons mentioned in the Induction, were intended to be ex. hibited here, and during the representation of the comedy, in a balcony above the stage. The direction here is-Enter aloft the drunkard with at. tendants, &c. MALONE,
2 VOL. III.
Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife 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 lyingest knave in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught : Here's
1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. 2 Serv. (), this it is that makes your servants droop. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun your
house, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, And banish hence these abject lowly dreams : Look, how thy servants 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 sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall 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 make the welkin answer them, And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. 1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course ; thy greyhounds are
as swift As breathed stags, ays fleeter than the roe. 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures! we will fetch thee
Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid;
3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny wood; Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds : And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
 Wilnecotte is a village in Warwickshire, with which Shakspeare wa well acquainted, near Stratford. The house kept by our genial hostess, still remains, but is at present a mill. The meanest hovel to which Shakspeare has an allusion, interests curiosity, and acquires an importance : at least, it becomes the object of a poetical antiquarian's inquiries. T. WARTON.