Enter Hostess and SLY. Sly. I'LL pheese1 you, in faith. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue! Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues: Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide. Sessa !3 2 Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst? Sly. No, not a denier. Go by, says Jeronimy; Go to thy cold bed and warm thee.* Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the thirdborough.5 [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. 1 So again in Troilus and Cressida, Ajax says of Achilles:-“ I'll pheese his pride." And in Ben Jonson's Alchemist: "Come, will you quarrel? I'll feize you, sirrah.” 2 Pocas palabras (Span.), few words. 3 Cessa (Ital.), be quiet. 4 This line and the scrap of Spanish is used in burlesque from an old play called Hieronymo, or the Spanish Tragedy. The old copy reads :S. Jeronimy." The emendation is Mason's. 5 An officer whose authority equals that of a constable. Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from Hunting, with Huntsmen and Servants. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach Merriman,—the poor cur is embossed,1 1 Hunt. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; He cried upon it at the merest loss, And twice to-day picked out the dullest scent. Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well, and look unto them all; 1 Hunt. I will, my lord. Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe? 2 Hunt. He breathes, my lord. Were he not warmed 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 conveyed to bed, And brave attendants near him when he wakes; 1 Hunt. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. 1 "Embossed," says Philips, in his World of Words, "is a term in hunting, when a deer is so hard chased that she foams at the mouth; it comes from the Spanish desembocar, and is metaphorically used for any kind of weariness." 2 Brach originally signified a particular species of dog used for the chase. It was a long-eared dog, hunting by the scent. 2 Hunt. It would seem strange unto him when he waked. Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy. Then take him up, and manage well the jest:— And hang it round with all my wanton pictures: Full of rose-water, and bestrewed with flowers; And say,-Will't please your lordship cool your hands? Some one be ready with a costly suit, This do and do it kindly,' gentle sirs; It will be pastime passing excellent, If it be husbanded with modesty. 2 1 Hunt. My lord, I warrant you, we'll 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. A trumpet sounds. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds: 1 Naturally. [Exit Servant. 2 Moderation. Belike, some noble gentleman, that means, Re-enter a Servant. How now? who is it? Serv. An it please your honor, Players that offer service to your lordship. Enter Players. Now, fellows, you are welcome. 1 Play. We thank your honor. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty.1 Lord. With all my heart.-This fellow I re member, Since once he played a farmer's eldest son;— 1 Play. I think 'twas Soto that your honor means. 2 1 It was in old times customary for players to travel in companies, and offer their service at great houses. 2 The old copy prefixes the name of Sincklo to this line, who was an actor in the same company with Shakspeare. Soto is a character in Beaumont and Fletcher's Woman Pleased; he is a farmer's eldest son, but he does not woo any gentlewoman. 1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain our selves, Were he the veriest antic in the world.1 1 Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,2 And give them friendly welcome every one: Let them want nothing that my house affords. [Exeunt Servants and Players. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, [To a Servant. And see him dressed in all suits like a lady: May show her duty, and make known her love? Bid him shed tears, as being overjoyed To see her noble lord restored to health, Who, for twice3 seven years, hath esteemed him1 No better than a poor and loathsome beggar. And if the boy have not a woman's gift, 1 In the old play the dialogue is thus continued: "San. [To the other.] Go get a dishclout to make cleyne your shooes, and Ile speak for the properties. [Exit Player.] My lord, we must have a shoulder of mutton for a property, and a little vinegre to make our divell roar.' "" 2 Pope remarks, in his preface to Shakspeare, that "the top of the profession were then mere players, not gentlemen of the stage; they were led into the buttery, not placed at the lord's table, or the lady's toilet." 3 The old copy reads this. The emendation is Theobald's. 4 Him is used for himself, as in Chapman's Banquet of Sense, 1595:"The sense wherewith he feels him deified." |