INDUCTION
Scene 1

...and kindly.Falls asleep.
Wind horns within. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train.

...’tis that sounds.
Servingman exits.

...repose him here.
Enter Servingman.

...Who is it?
An ’t please your Honor, players
That offer service to your Lordship.

...my house affords.
One exits with the Players.

...grow into extremes.
They exit.

Scene 2
Enter aloft Christopher Sly, the drunkard, with Attendants, some with apparel, basin and ewer, and other appurtenances, and Lord dressed as an Attendant.

...of small ale.
Will ’t please your Lord drink a cup of sack?

...the hollow earth.
Say thou wilt course. Thy greyhounds are as swift
As breathèd stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

...this waning age.
And till the tears that she hath shed for thee
Like envious floods o’errun her lovely face,
She was the fairest creature in the world—
And yet she is inferior to none.

...all that time?
Oh, yes, my lord, but very idle words.
For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,
Yet would you say you were beaten out of door,
And rail upon the hostess of the house,
And say you would present her at the leet
Because she brought stone jugs and no sealed quarts.
Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.

...my good amends!
ALL: Amen.

ACT 1
Scene 1

...Presenters above speak.
My lord, you nod. You do not mind the play.