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'LL pheese 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 Con. queror; therefore, paucus pallabris 2; let the world side : Sela.

* I'll pheese you,-) To pheeze

ho 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 sense it may
well enough

-- paucus pallabris ; ] Sly,
be taken, like teaze or toze, for as an ignorant Fellow, is pur-
to barrass, to plague. Perhaps posely made to aim at Languages
I'll pheeze you, may be equivalent out of his knowledge, and knock
to I'll comb your bead, a phrase the Words out of joint. The
vulgarly 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. Theol.

Hofl.

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go to

Hoft. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?

Sly. No, not a denier: go by, Jeronimo thy cold bed, and warm theel.

Hoft. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the Thirdborough,

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.

( 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 Honda 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 país d down through Stage history, to make it under all the Copies, and none of the stood. There is a fustian 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 Hostess ? How do third, or Rallery to all the Poets of Shake- fourih, 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. Hieronyme, 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 8l, 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 too. Hiero, Ob, is he fo?

Third-borough is a Saxun-Term King. Who is He, that inter- sufficiently explain'd by the Glof. rupts our Busines?

faries: and in our Siasute tooks, Hiero. Not I: Hierony- no farther back than the 28th

mo, beware; go by, go by. Year of Henry VIIIth, we find So Sly here, not caring to be it used to signify a Constable. dund by the Hostess, cries to her

THEOBALD. in Effect. Don't be trouble

SCENE

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'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
At the hedge.corner in the coldest fault?
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

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

Lord. Thou art a fool; if Eccbo were as fleet,
I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
But sup 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?
? Hun. He breathes, my Lord. Were he not

warm’d with ale, This were a bed but cold, to fleep so foundly.

Lord. O monstrous beaft! 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,

Brach, Merriman,] Sir T. I believe the common practice 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 wall my bounds, joints fwelled. Perhaps we might Brach --- Merriman ---the poor read, barbe Merriman, which is cur is imboft.

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

i 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 fatt'ring dream, or worthless fancy.
Then take him up, and manage well the jest:
Carry him gently to my fairelt chamber,
And hang it round with all my wanton pictures;
Balm his foul head with warın 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 submiflive 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 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 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 modefty".
i Hun. My Lord, I warrant you, we'll play our

part,
As he sħall 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;

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- mod. fy.) By modesty is meant moderation, without suffering 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 see what trumpet is that founds. Belike, fome noble gentleman that means, [Ex.Servant. Travelling some journey, to repose 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 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 fon : '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 ?. 1.ord. 'Tis very true ; thou didit it excellent: Well

, you are come to me in happy time, The rather for I have some sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can aslift me much.

! It was in those times the and a very facetious Servingcuftom 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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There