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SERVANT. An it please your honour, players That offer service to your lordship.
LORD. Bid them come near. [ Enter PLAYERS.] Now, fellows, you are welcome. PLAYERS. We thank your honour. LORD. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? PLAYER. So please your lordship to accept our duty.
LORD. With all my heart. This fellow I remember Since once he play ' d a farmer ' s eldest son; ' Twas where you woo ' d the gentlewoman so well. I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part Was aptly fitted and naturally perform ' d.
PLAYER. I think ' twas Soto that your honour means.
LORD. ' Tis very true; thou didst it excellent. Well, you are come to me in happy time, The rather for I have some sport in hand Wherein your cunning can assist me much. There is a lord will hear you play to-night; But I am doubtful of your modesties, Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour,-- For yet his honour never heard a play,-- You break into some merry passion And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, If you should smile, he grows impatient.
PLAYER. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antick in the world.
LORD. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one: Let them want nothing that my house affords.
[ Exit one with the PLAYERS.]