Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
A most delicious banquet by his [bed,]
And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?
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First Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
Sec. Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he [waked.]
Lord. Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy.
Then take him up and manage well the jest: