Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lord. Wrap'd in sweet cloathes: Rings put vpon his fingers:
Lord. A most delicious banquet by his bed,
Lord. And braue attendants neere him when he wakes,
Lord. Would not the begger then forget himselfe?
1. Hun. 1. Hun.
1. Hun. Beleeue me Lord, I thinke he cannot choose.
2. H. 2. H.
2. H. It would seem strange vnto him when he wak'd
Lord. Lord.
Lord. Euen as a flatt'ring dreame, or worthles fancie.
Lord. Then take him vp, and manage well the iest:
Lord. Carrie him gently to my fairest Chamber,
Lord. And hang it round with all my vvanton pictures:
Lord. Balme his foule head in warme distilled waters,
Lord. And burne sweet Wood to make the Lodging sweete:
Lord. Procure me Musicke readie when he vvakes,
Lord. To make a dulcet and a heauenly sound:
Lord. And if he chance to speake, be readie straight
Lord. (And with a lowe submissiue reuerence)
Lord. Say, what is it your Honor vvil command: