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here? One dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?

       2. Hun.

      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 practice 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. Hun.

      Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.

       2. Hun.

      It would seem strange unto him when he wak’d.

       Lord.

      Even as a flatt’ring 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 reverence

      Say, “What is it your honor will command?”

      Let one attend him with a silver basin

      Full of rose-water and bestrew’d with flowers,

      Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,

      And say, “Will’t please your lordship cool your hands?”

      Some one 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.

       1. Hun.

      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.

       Some bear out Sly.

       Sound trumpets.

      Sirrah, go see what trumpet ’tis that sounds.

       [Exit Servingman.]

      Belike some noble gentleman that means

      (Travelling some journey) to repose him here.

       Enter Servingman.

      How now? who is it?

       Serv.

      An’t please your honor, players

      That offer service to your lordship.

       Enter Players.

      Lord. Bid them come near. Now, fellows, you are welcome.

      Players. We thank your honor.

      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.

      I have forgot your name; but sure that part

      Was aptly fitted and naturally perform’d.

       [1. Play.]

      I think ’twas Soto that your honor means.

       Lord.

      ’Tis very true; thou didst it excellent.

      Well, you are come to me in happy time,

      The rather for I have some sport in hand,

      Wherein your cunning can assist me much.

      There is a lord will hear you play to-night;

      But I am doubtful of your modesties,

      Lest, over-eyeing of his odd behavior

      (For yet his honor never heard a play),

      You break into some merry passion,

      And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,

      If you should smile, he grows impatient.

       [1.] Play.

      Fear not, my lord, we can contain ourselves,

      Were he the veriest antic 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.

       Exit one with the Players.

      Sirrah, go you to Barthol’mew my page,

      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 honorable action,

      Such as he hath 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 honor will command,

      Wherein your lady, and your humble wife,

      May show her duty and make known her love?”

      And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses,

      And with declining head into his bosom,

      Bid him shed tears, as being overjoyed

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