4ILe pheeze you infaith.

5Host. A paire of stockes you rogue.

6Beg. Y'are a baggage, the Slies are no

7Rogues. Looke in the Chronicles, we came

8in with Richard Conqueror: therefore Pau-

9cas pallabris, let the world slide: Sessa.

10Host. You will not pay for the glasses you haue burst?

11Beg. No, not a deniere: go by S. Ieronimie, goe to thy

12cold bed, and warme thee.

13Host. I know my remedie, I must go fetch the Head-

14borough.

15Beg. Third, or fourth, or fift Borough, Ile answere

16him by Law. Ile not budge an inch boy: Let him come,

19Lo. Huntsman I charge thee, tender wel my hounds,

20Brach Meriman, the poore Curre is imbost,

21And couple Clowder with the deepe-mouth'd brach,

22Saw'st thou not boy how Siluer made it good

23At the hedge corner, in the couldest fault,

24I would not loose the dogge for twentie pound.

25Hunts. Why Belman is as good as he my Lord,

26He cried vpon it at the meerest losse,

27And twice to day pick'd out the dullest sent,

28Trust me, I take him for the better dogge.

29Lord. Thou art a Foole, if Eccho were as fleete,

30I would esteeme him worth a dozen such:

31But sup them well, and looke vnto them all,

32To morrow I intend to hunt againe.

33Hunts. I will my Lord.

34Lord. What's heere? One dead, or drunke? See doth

35he breath?

362.Hun. He breath's my Lord. Were he not warm'd

37with Ale, this were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.

38Lord. Oh monstrous beast, how like a swine he lyes.

39Grim death, how foule and loathsome is thine image:

40Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.

41What thinke you, if he were conuey'd to bed,

42Wrap'd in sweet cloathes: Rings put vpon his fingers:

43A most delicious banquet by his bed,

44And braue attendants neere him when he wakes,

45Would not the begger then forget himselfe?

461.Hun. Beleeue me Lord, I thinke he cannot choose.

472.H.It would seem strange vnto him when he wak'd

48Lord. Euen as a flatt'ring dreame, or worthles fancie.

49Then take him vp, and manage well the iest:

50Carrie him gently to my fairest Chamber,

51And hang it round with all my vvanton pictures:

52Balme his foule head in warme distilled waters,

53And burne sweet Wood to make the Lodging sweete:

54Procure me Musicke readie when he vvakes,

55To make a dulcet and a heauenly sound:

56And if he chance to speake, be readie straight

57(And with a lowe submissiue reuerence)

58Say, what is it your Honor vvil command:

59Let one attend him vvith a siluer Bason

60Full of Rose-water, and bestrew'd with Flowers,

61Another beare the Ewer: the third a Diaper,

62And say wilt please your Lordship coole your hands.

63Some one be readie with a costly suite,

64And aske him what apparrel he will weare:

65Another tell him of his Hounds and Horse,

66And that his Ladie mournes at his disease,

67Perswade him that he hath bin Lunaticke,

68And when he sayes he is, say that he dreames,

69For he is nothing but a mightie Lord:

70This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs,

71It wil be pastime passing excellent,

72If it be husbanded with modestie.

731.Hunts. My Lord I warrant you we wil play our part

74As he shall thinke by our true diligence

75He is no lesse then what we say he is.

76Lord. Take him vp gently, and to bed with him,

77And each one to his office when he wakes.

79Sirrah, go see what Trumpet 'tis that sounds,

80Belike some Noble Gentleman that meanes

81(Trauelling some iourney) to repose him heere.

83How now? who is it?

84Ser. An't please your Honor, Players

85That offer seruice to your Lordship.

87Lord. Bid them come neere:

88Now fellowes, you are welcome.

89Players. We thanke your Honor.

90Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to night?

912.Player. So please your Lordshippe to accept our

92dutie.

93Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember,

94Since once he plaide a Farmers eldest sonne,

95'Twas where you woo'd the Gentlewoman so well:

96I haue forgot your name: but sure that part