Publisher's Synopsis
Enter Hostess and SLYSLYI'll pheeze you, in faith.HostessA pair of stocks, you rogue!SLYYe are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore paucas pallabris; let the world slide: sessa!HostessYou will not pay for the glasses you have burst?SLYNo, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.HostessI know my remedy; I must go fetch the third-borough.ExitSLYThird, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come, and kindly.Falls asleepHorns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his trainLordHuntsman, 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 good At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault? I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.First HuntsmanWhy, Belman is as good as he, my lord; He cried upon it at the merest loss And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: Trust me, I take him for the better dog.LordThou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet, I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well and look unto them all: To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
