Enter Beggar, CHRISTOPHERO SLY,
           and HOSTESS.

      SLY
  1   I'll pheeze you, in faith.

      Hostess
  2   A pair of stocks, you rogue!

      SLY
  3   Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues;
  4   look in the chronicles; we came in with
  5   Richard Conqueror. Therefore paucas
  6   pallabris; let the world slide. Sessa!

      Hostess
  7   You will not pay for the glasses you have
  8   burst?

      SLY
  9   No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to
 10   thy cold bed, and warm thee.

      Hostess
 11   I know my remedy; I must go fetch the
 12   third-borough.

           Exit.

      SLY
 13   Third, or fourth, or fift borough, I'll answer him
 14   by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come,
 15   and kindly.

           Falls asleep.

 **        Wind horns. Enter a LORD from hunting,
           with his TRAIN.

      Lord
 16   Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:
 17   Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd;
 18   And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
 19   Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
 20   At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?
 21   I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

      First Huntsman
 22   Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
 23   He cried upon it at the merest loss
 24   And twice today pick'd out the dullest scent:
 25   Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

      Lord
 26   Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,
 27   I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
 28   But sup them well and look unto them all:
 29   tomorrow I intend to hunt again.

      First Huntsman
 30   I will, my lord.

      Lord
 31   What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?

      Second Huntsman
 32   He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,
 33   This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.

      Lord
 34   O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!
 35   Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
 36   Sirs, I will practice on this drunken man.
 37   What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
 38   Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
 39   A most delicious banquet by his bed,
 40   And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
 41   Would not the beggar then forget himself?

      First Huntsman
 42   Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.

      Second Huntsman
 43   It would seem strange unto him when he waked.

      Lord
 44   Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy.
 45   Then take him up and manage well the jest:
 46   Carry him gently to my fairest chamber
 47   And hang it round with all my wanton pictures:
 48   Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters
 49   And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:
 50   Procure me music ready when he wakes,
 51   To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
 52   And if he chance to speak, be ready straight
 53   And with a low submissive reverence
 54   Say "What is it your honor will command?"
 55   Let one attend him with a silver basin
 56   Full of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers,
 57   Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,
 58   And say "Will't please your lordship cool your hands?"
 59   Some one be ready with a costly suit
 60   And ask him what apparel he will wear;
 61   Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
 62   And that his lady mourns at his disease:
 63   Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;
 64   And when he says he is, say that he dreams,
 65   For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
 66   This do and do it kindly, gentle sirs:
 67   It will be pastime passing excellent,
 68   If it be husbanded with modesty.

      First Huntsman
 69   My lord, I warrant you we will play our part,
 70   As he shall think by our true diligence
 71   He is no less than what we say he is.

      Lord
 72   Take him up gently and to bed with him;
 73   And each one to his office when he wakes.

           [Some bear out Sly.] Sound trumpets.

           [Exit Servingman.]

           Enter SERVINGMAN.

      Servant
 77                                       An't please your honor, players
 78   That offer service to your lordship.

      Lord
 79   Bid them come near.

           Enter PLAYERS.

      Players
 80   We thank your honor.

      Lord
 81   Do you intend to stay with me tonight?

      A Player
 82   So please your lordship to accept our duty.

      Lord
 83   With all my heart. This fellow I remember,
 84   Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son:
 85   'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well:
 86   I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part
 87   Was aptly fitted and naturally perform'd.

      A Player
 88   I think 'twas Soto that your honor means.

      Lord
 89   'Tis very true: thou didst it excellent.
 90   Well, you are come to me in a happy time;
 91   The rather for I have some sport in hand
 92   Wherein your cunning can assist me much.
 93   There is a lord will hear you play tonight:
 94   But I am doubtful of your modesties;
 95   Lest over-eyeing of his odd behavior,—
 96   For yet his honor never heard a play—
 97   You break into some merry passion
 98   And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,
 99   If you should smile he grows impatient.

      A Player
100   Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves,
101   Were he the veriest antic in the world.

      Lord
102   Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,
103   And give them friendly welcome every one:
104   Let them want nothing that my house affords.

           Exit one with the Players.

           Exit a Servingman.

           [Exeunt.]