Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lord. And say wilt please your Lordship coole your hands.
Lord. Some one be readie with a costly suite,
Lord. And aske him what apparrel he will weare:
Lord. Another tell him of his Hounds and Horse,
Lord. And that his Ladie mournes at his disease,
Lord. Perswade him that he hath bin Lunaticke,
Lord. And when he sayes he is, say that he dreames,
Lord. For he is nothing but a mightie Lord:
Lord. This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs,
Lord. It wil be pastime passing excellent,
Lord. If it be husbanded with modestie.
1. Hunts. 1. Hunts.
1. Hunts. My Lord I warrant you we wil play our part
1. Hunts. As he shall thinke by our true diligence
1. Hunts. He is no lesse then what we say he is.
Lord. Lord.
Lord. Take him vp gently, and to bed with him,
Lord. And each one to his office when he wakes.
Lord. Sound trumpets.
Lord. Sirrah, go see what Trumpet 'tis that sounds,