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And each one to his Office, when he wakes.
[Some bear out Sly. Sound Trumpets, Sirrah, go see what trumpet is that sounds. Belike, fome noble gentleman that means, [Ex. Servant, Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
Re-enter 4 Servant. How now? who is it?
Ser. An't please your Honour, Players That offer Service to your lordship.
Lord. Bid them come near :
Play. We thank your Honour.
Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember,
Sim. I think, 'twas Soto that your Honour means.
Lord. 'Tis very true; thou didst it excellent :
* It was in those times the a very facetious Serving-man. custom of players to travel in Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope prefix companies, and offer their service the Name of Sim to the Line at great houses.
here spoken ; but the first folio 1 I think, 'twas Soto] I take has it Sincklo ; which, no doubt, our Author here to be paying a was the Name of one of the Compliment to Beaumont and Players here introduc'd, and who Fletcher's Women pleas’d, in which bad play'd the Part of Soto with Comedy there is the Character of Applause.
THEOBALD. Soto, who is a Farmer's Son, and
There is a Lord will hear you play to night;
Play. Fear not, my lord, we can contain ourselves ; Were he the veriest antick in the world.
2 Play. [to the other.) Go get a Dishclout to make clean your shoes, and I'll speak for the properties.
(Exit Player, My lord, we must have a shoulder of mutton for a property, and a little Vinegar to make our devil roar. 9
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 tbe Players, Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, And see him drest in all suits like a lady. That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, And call him Madam, do him all obeisance. Tell him from me, (as he will win my love) He bear himself with honourable action,
8 Property, in the language of And the Passion being that, of all a play-house, is every implement the mysteries, which was most necessary to the exhibition.
frequently represented, vinegar 9 a little Vinegar to make our became at length the standing devil roar.) When the acting the implement to torment the Demysteries of the old and new tes. vil: And used for this purpose tament was in vogue ; at the re even after the mysteries ceased, presentation of the mystery of the and the moralities came in vogue ; Passion, Judas and the Devil where the Devil continued to made a part. And the Devil, have a considerable part. wherever he came, was always The mention of it here was to to suffer fome disgrace, to make ridicule fo absurd a circumstance the people laugh: As here, the in these old farces. buffonery was to apply the gall
WARBURTON, and vinegar to make him roar,
Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies
[Exit Lord. • In former editions, Poct design'd, the Tinker's supWho for these seven Years hath pos'd Lunacy should be of foureftrem'd timleif
teen Years ftanding at leat, is No better than a poor and loath- evident upon two parallel Passafome Begga..]
ges in the Play to that Purpole. I have ventur'd to alter a Word
THEOBALD. here, againft the Authority of * It is not unlikely that the the printed Copies ; ani hope, onion was an expedient used by I fhall be justified in it by iwo the actors of interludes. subsequent Pallages. That the
Changes to a Bedchamber in the Lord's House.
Enter Sly with Attendants, fome with apparel, bafora
and ewer, and other appurtenances. Re-enter Lord. Sly. TOR God's fake, a pot of small ale.
Serv. Will't please your Lordship drink
a cup of fack? 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 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 l'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. Heav'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-beath, by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a bearherd, and now by present profession a tinker? ask Mariax Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if the know me not ; if she say, I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lying'st knave in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught : here's
1 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
your house. 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 these abject lowly dreams. Look, how thy servants do attend on thee; Each in his office ready at thy beck, Wilt thou have musick ? hark, Apollo plays ; [Mufick. And twenty caged nightingales do sing. Or wilt thou neep? 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 bestrow 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 foar 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 Man. Say, thou wilt course, thy greyhounds are
as swift As breathed (tags; ay, Aleeter than the roe. 2 Man. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch thee
Lord. We'll shew thee To, as she was a maid,
wood, Scratching her legs, that one shall fwear she bleeds :