Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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:
Lord. Let one attend him vvith a siluer Bason
Lord. Full of Rose‑water, and bestrew'd with Flowers,
Lord. Another beare the Ewer: the third a Diaper,