1.Hunts. My Lord I warrant you we wil play our part
As he shall thinke by our true diligence
He is no lesse then what we say he is

Lord. Take him vp gently, and to bed with him,
And each one to his office when he wakes.

Sound trumpets.

Sirrah, go see what Trumpet 'tis that sounds,
Belike some Noble Gentleman that meanes
(Trauelling some iourney) to repose him heere.
Enter Seruingman.

How now? who is it?
Ser. An't please your Honor, Players
That offer seruice to your Lordship.
Enter Players.

Lord. Bid them come neere:
Now fellowes, you are welcome

Players. We thanke your Honor

Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to night?
2.Player. So please your Lordshippe to accept our
dutie

Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember,
Since once he plaide a Farmers eldest sonne,