Enter HOSTESS and SLYSLY.I'll pheeze you, in faith.HOSTESS.A pair of stocks, you rogue!SLY.Y'are a baggage; the Slys are no rogues; look in the chronicles: we came in with Richard Conqueror.
Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide. Sessa!HOSTESS.You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?SLY.No, not a denier.
Go by, Saint Jeronimy, go to thy cold bed and warm thee.HOSTESS.I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third-borough.[Exit]SLY.Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law.
I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come, and kindly.[Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep.]Horns winded.
Enter a LORD from hunting, with HUNTSMEN and SERVANTS.LORD.Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds;Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd,And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it goodAt the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.FIRST HUNTSMAN.Why, Bellman is as good as he, my lord;He cried upon it at the merest loss,And twice today pick'd out the dullest scent;Trust me, I take him for the better dog.LORD.Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,5I would esteem him worth a dozen such.But sup them well, and look unto them all;Tomorrow I intend to hunt again.FIRST HUNTSMAN.I will, my lord.LORD.[ Sees Sly.] What's here?
One dead, or drunk?See, doth he breathe?SECOND HUNTSMAN.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?FIRST HUNTSMAN.Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.SECOND HUNTSMAN.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 in 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;And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,And with a low submissive reverenceSay 'What is it your honour will command?'Let one attend him with a silver basinFull of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers;Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,6And say 'Will't please your lordship cool your hands?'Someone be ready with a costly suit,And ask him what apparel he will wear;Another tell him of his hounds and horse,And that his lady mourns at his disease.Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;And, when he says he is-say that he dreams,For he is nothing but a mighty lord.This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs;It will be pastime passing excellent,If it be husbanded with modesty.FIRST HUNTSMAN.My lord, I warrant you we will 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.[SLY is bourne out.
A trumpet sounds.]Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds:[Exit SERVANT.]Belike some noble gentleman that means,Travelling some journey, to repose him here.Re-enter SERVANT.How now! who is it?SERVANT.An it please your honour, playersThat offer service to your lordship.LORD.Bid them come near.Enter PLAYERS.Now, fellows, you are welcome.PLAYERS.We thank your honour.
