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"'LL pheese you', in faith.
Hot. 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, paucus pallabris 2; let the world
slide : Sesa.
"I'll pheese you,-) To pheeze
no rogues.] That is, no or fease, is to separate a twist in- vagrants, no mean fellows, but to single threads. In the figu- Gentlemen. rative Tense it may well enough
- paucus pallabris; ] Sly, be taken, like teaze or toze, for as an ignorant Fellow, is purto barrass, to plague. Perhaps posely made to aim at Languages Pll pbeeze you, may be equivalent out of his
knowledge, and knock to l'll comb your bead, a phrase the Words out of Joint. The volgarly used by persons of Sly's Spaniards say, pocas palabras, i. e. character on like occasions. few words: as they do likewise,
Cefa, i. e. be quiet. THEOв. .
Hoft. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?
Sly. No, not a denier: go by, Jeronimo thy cold bed, and warm thee 3.
Hojt. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the Thirdborough
Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law; l'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, and kindly.
( Falls asleep
3 Go by S. Jeronimy, go to thy “ som, don't interrupt me, go, cold Bed, and warm thee. ) All by ;” and, to fix the Satire in the Editions have coined a Saint his Allusion, pleasantly calls her here, for Sly to swear by. But Jeronymo. THEOBALD. the Poet had no such Intentions. 4- I must go fetch the Head. The Passage has particular Hu- borough. mour in it, and must have been
Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth very pleasing at that time of day. Borough, &c.]
This corrupt But I must clear up, a Piece of reading had passid down through Stage history, to make it under all the Copies, and none of the stood. There is a fuftian old Editors pretended to guess at the Play, call’d, Hieronymo; Or, Poet's Conceit
. What an insipid, The Spanish Tragedy: which, I unmeaning Reply does Sly make find, was the common Butt of to his Hotels ? How do third, or Rallery to all the Poets of Shake fourth, or fifth Borough relate to speare's Time: and a Passage, Headborough? The Author inthat appear'd very ridiculous in tended but a poor Witticism, and that Play, is here humorously al- even That is loft. The Hotels luded to. Hieronymo, thinking would say, that she'll fetch a himself injur'd, applies to the Constable : and this Officer the King for justice; but the Cour- calls by his other Name, a Thirdtiers, who did not desire his borough: and upon this Term Wrongs should be set in a true Sly founds the Conundrum in his Light, attempt to hinder him Answer to her. Who does not from an Audience.
perceive, at a single glance, some Hiero. Justice, oh! justice to Conceit started by this certain Hieronymo.
Correction ? There is an Attempt Lor. Back; fee'd thou not, at Wit, tolerable enough for a the King is busy?
Tinker, and one drunk coq. Hiero, Ob, is he fo?
Third-borough is a Saxın-Term King. Who is He, that inter- sufficiently explain d by the Glorupts our Business?
faries: and in our Statute koaks, Hiero. Not 1: _Hierony- no farther back than the 28th
mo, beware; go by, go by. Year of Henry VIIIth, we find Şo Sly here, not caring to be it used to signify a Constable. dund by the Hostess, cries to her
THEOBAL D. in Effect. “Don't be trouble
Wind borns. Enter a Lord from bunting, with a Train.
Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my
Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Lord ;
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Eccbo were as fleet,
Hun. I will, my Lord.
he breathe ? 2 Hun. He breathes, my Lord. Were he not
warm'd with ale, This were a bed but cold, to sleep lo soundly.
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies! -Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thy image!-Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Wrapt in sweet cloaths ; rings put upon his fingers ; A most delicious banquet by his bed,
s Brach, Merriman,] Sir T. I believe the common pra&tice of Hanmer reads, Leech Merriman, huntsmen, but the present read. that is, apply fome remedies to ing may stand Merriman, the poor cur has his - tender will my bounds, joints fwelled. Perhaps we might Brach --- Merriman..-sbe
poor read, batbe Merriman, which is cur is imbofi.
And brave attendants near him, when he wakes;
1 Hun. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot chuse, 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him, when he
wak’d. Lord. Even as a flate’ring dream, or worthless fancy. Then take him up, and manage well the jest: Carry him gently to my fa:relt chamber, And hang it round with all my wanton pictures; Balm his foul head with 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 heav'nly found; And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, And with a low submissive reverence Say, what is it your Honour will command ? Let one attend him with a silver bason Full of rose water, and bestrew'd with flowers; Another bear the ewer; a third a diaper; And say, will’t please your Lordship cool your
hands? Some one be ready wich 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 lunatick. 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'. i Hun. My Lord, I warrant you, we'll play our
part, As he mall 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 2 ;
- mod fly.) By modesty is meant moderation, without suffering our merriment to break into any excess.
And each one to his Office, when he wakes.
[Some bear out Sly. Sound Trumpets. Sirrah, go see what trumpet is that founds. Belike, fome noble gentleman that means, [Ex. Servant. Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
S CE N E 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 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.
Sim. I think, 'twas Soto that your Honour means ?. l.ord. '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 aslist me much.
! It was in those times the and a very facetious Servingcustom of players to travel in man. Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope companies, and offer their service prefix the Name of Sim to the at great houses.
Line here spoken; but the first 7 I think, 'twas Soto] I take folio has it Sinckio ; which, no our Author here to be paying a doubt, was the Name of one of Compliment to Beaumont and the Players here introduc'd, and Fletcher's Women pleas’d, in which who had play'd the Part of Suto Comedy there is the Character with Applause. of Soto, who is a Farmer's Son,
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