SCENE II.

Wind borns. Enter a Lord from bunting, with a Train.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my
hounds,

Brach, Merriman, the poor cur is imboft;
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd Brach.
Saw'ft thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
At the hedge-corner in the coldest fault?
I would not lofe the dog for twenty pound.

Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Lord;
He cried upon it at the meereft loss,
And twice to day pick'd out the dullest scent:
Truft me, I take him for the better dog.

Lord. Thou art a fool; if Eccho were as fleet,
I would esteem him worth a dozen fuch.

But fup them well, and look unto them all,
To morrow I intend to hunt again.

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!
-Grim death, how foul and loathsomellis thy image!.
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
Wrapt in fweet cloaths; rings put upon his fingers;
A most delicious banquet by his bed,

1

And brave attendants near him, when he wakes;
Would not the beggar then forget himself?

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?.
Let one attend him with a filver bafon

Full of rofe water, and beftrew'd with flowers;
Another bear the ewer; a third a diaper;

And fay, will't please your Lordship cool your hands?
Some one be ready with a coftly fuit,
And afk 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 lunatick.
And when he says he is,fay, that he dreams.
For he is nothing but a mighty Lord.
This do, and do it kindly, gentle Sirs:

i

It will be paftime paffing excellent,

6

If it be hufbanded with modefty °.

1 Hun. My Lord, I warrant you, we'll play our

part,

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

And each one to his Office, when he wakes.
[Some bear out Sly. Sound Trumpets.
Sirrah, go fee what trumpet is that founds.
Belike, fome noble gentleman that means,[Ex. Servant.
Travelling fome journey, to repofe him here.

SCENE III.

Re-enter a Servant.

How now? who is it?

Ser. An't please your Honour, Players
That offer Service to your lordship.
Lord. Bid them come near:

Enter 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;
But I am doubtful of your modefties,
Left, over-eying of his odd Behaviour,
(For yet his honour never heard a Play)
You break into fome merry Paffion,
And fo offend him; for I tell you, Sirs,
If you should fmile, he grows impatient.

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
all the myfteries, which was most
frequently reprefented, vinegar
became at length the standing
implement to torment the De-
vil: And ufed for this purpose
even after the myfteries ceafed,
and the moralities came in vogue;
where the Devil continued to
have a confiderable part.
The mention of it here was to
ridicule fo abfurd a circumftance
in thefe old farces.

WARBURTON.

Such

Such as he hath obferv'd in noble ladies
Unto their lords, by them accomplish'd;
Such duty to the drunkard let him do,
With foft low tongue, and lowly courtesy;
And fay; what is't your Honour will command,
Wherein your lady and your humble wife, '
May fhew her duty, and make known her love?
And then with kind embracements, tempting kiffes,
And with declining head into his bosom,
Bid him thed tears, as being over-joy'd
To fee her noble lord reftor'd to health,
Who for twice feven years hath esteem'd himself *
No better than a poor and loathfome beggar:
And if the boy have not a woman's gift
To rain a fhower of commanded tears,
An* onion will do well for fuch a shift
Which in a Napkin being clofe convey'd,
Shall in defpight enforce a wat❜ry eye.
See this dispatch'd, with all the hafte thou canst;
Anon I'll give thee more inftructions. [Exit Servant.
I know the boy will well ufurp the grace,
Voice, gate, and action of a gentlewoman..
I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband;
And how my men will stay themselves for laughter,
When they do homage to this fimple peasant.
I'll in to counfel them: haply, my presence
May well abate the over-merry spleen;
Which otherwife will go into extreams. [Exit Lord.

In former editions,
Who for thefe feven Years hath
efleem'd himself
No better than a poor and loath-
Jame Beggar.]

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,

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