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Wind borns. Enter a Lord from bunting, with a Train.
Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my
Brach, Merriman, the poor cur is imboft;
Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Lord;
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Eccho were as fleet,
But fup them well, and look unto them all,
Hun. I will, my Lord.
Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? fee, doth he breathe?
2 Hun. He breathes, my Lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,
This were a bed but cold, to fleep so foundly.
Lord. O monftrous beast! how like a fwine he lies!
And brave attendants near him, when he wakes;
1 Hun. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot chufe, 2 Hun. It would feem ftrange unto him, when he wak'd.
Lord. Even as a flatt'ring dream, or worthless fancy. Then take him up, and manage well the jeft: Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, And hang it round with all my wanton pictures; Balm his foul head with warm diftilled waters, And burn fweet wood to make the lodging fweet. Procure me mufic ready, when he wakes, To make a dulcet and a heav'nly found; And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, And with a low fubmiffive reverence
Say, what is it your Honour will command?.
Full of rofe water, and beftrew'd with flowers;
And fay, will't please your Lordship cool your hands?
It will be paftime paffing excellent,
If it be hufbanded with modefty °.
1 Hun. My Lord, I warrant you, we'll play our
As he fhall think, by our true diligence,
He is no lefs than what we fay he is.
Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him;
6 -modefty.] By modefty is meant moderation, without fuffering our merriment to break into any excess.
And each one to his Office, when he wakes.
Re-enter a Servant.
How now? who is it?
Ser. An't please your Honour, Players
Now, Fellows, you are welcome.
Play. We thank your Honour.
Lord. Do you intend to ftay 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 fo well: I have forgot your name; but, fure, that part, Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd.
Sim. I think, 'twas Soto that your Honour means 7. Lord. 'Tis very true; thou didft it excellent: Well, you are come to me in happy time, The rather for I have fome sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can affift me much.
There is a Lord will hear you play to-night;
Play. Fear not, my lord, we can contain ourselves; Were he the verieft antick in the world. 2 Play. [to the other.] Go get a Difhclout to make clean your shoes; and I'll fpeak for the properties 3. [Exit Player. My lord, we must have a fhoulder of mutton for a property, and a little Vinegar to make our devil roar. 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 the Players. Şirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, And see him dreft in all fuits 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,
Property, in the language of a play-house, is every implement neceffary to the exhibition.
9 A little Vinegar to make our devil roar.] When the acting the myfteries of the old and new teftament was in vogue; at the reprefentation of the mystery of the Paffion, Judas and the Devil made a part. And the Devil, wherever he came, was always to fuffer fome difgrace, to make the people laugh: As here, the buffoonery was to apply the gall and vinegar to make him roar.
And the Paffion being that, of
Such as he hath obferv'd in noble ladies
In former editions,
I have ventur'd to alter a Word here, against the Authority of the printed Copies; and hope, I fhall be juftified in it by two fubfequent Paffages. That the
Poet defign'd, the Tinker's fuppos'd Lunacy fhould be of fourteen Years ftanding at least, is evident upon two parallel Paffages in the Play to that Purpose. THEOBALD. * It is not unlikely that the onion was an expedient used by the actors of interludes,