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?
SERVINGMAN: An ’t please your Honor, players
That offer service to your Lordship.

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

...thee more instructions.
A Servingman exits.

...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.
FIRST SERVINGMAN: Will ’t please your Lord drink a cup of sack?
SECOND SERVINGMAN: Will ’t please your Honor taste of these conserves?
THIRD SERVINGMAN: What raiment will your Honor wear today?

...not bestraught! Here’s—
THIRD SERVINGMAN: O, this it is that makes your lady mourn.
SECOND SERVINGMAN: O, this is it that makes your servants droop.

...the hollow earth.
FIRST SERVINGMAN: Say thou wilt course. Thy greyhounds are as swift
As breathèd stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
SECOND SERVINGMAN: Dost thou love pictures? We will fetch thee straight
Adonis painted by a running brook,
And Cytherea all in sedges hid,
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

...deed was done.
THIRD SERVINGMAN: Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds,
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

...this waning age.
FIRST SERVINGMAN: 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.

...the smallest ale.
SECOND SERVINGMAN: Will ’t please your Mightiness to wash your hands?
O, how we joy to see your wit restored!
O, that once more you knew but what you are!
These fifteen years you have been in a dream,
Or, when you waked, so waked as if you slept.

...all that time?
FIRST SERVINGMAN: 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.

...of the house.
THIRD SERVINGMAN: Why, sir, you know no house, nor no such maid,
Nor no such men as you have reckoned up,
As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greete,
And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell,
And twenty more such names and men as these,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

...my good amends!
Amen.

...lose by it.
Enter Page as Lady, with Attendants.

ACT 1
Scene 1

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