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SLY.I'll pheeze you, in faith.HOSTESS.A pair of stocks, you rogue!SLY.Y'are a baggage; the Slys are no rogues; look in the chronicles: we came in with RichardConqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide. Sessa!HOSTESS.You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?SLY.No, not a denier. Go by, Saint Jeronimy, go to thy cold bed and warm thee.HOSTESS.I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third-borough.[Exit]SLY.Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law. I'll not budge an inch, boy: let himcome, and kindly.[Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep.]Horns winded. Enter a LORD from hunting, with HUNTSMEN and SERVANTS.LORD.Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds;Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd, And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it goodAt the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.FIRST HUNTSMAN.Why, Bellman is as good as he, my lord;He cried upon it at the merest loss, And twice today pick'd out the dullest scent;Trust me, I take him for the better dog.LORD.Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet, I would esteem him worth a dozen su
