<SPEECH 1><ACT ?><SCENE 2><5%>
<SERVANT 2>	<6%>
	Will't please your honour taste of these conserves?
</SERVANT 2>

<SPEECH 2><ACT ?><SCENE 2><6%>
<SERVANT 2>	<7%>
	O! this it is that makes your servants droop.
</SERVANT 2>

<SPEECH 3><ACT ?><SCENE 2><7%>
<SERVANT 2>	<8%>
	Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight
	Adonis painted by a running brook,
	And Cytherea all in sedges hid,
	Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
	Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
</SERVANT 2>

<SPEECH 4><ACT ?><SCENE 2><7%>
<SERVANT 2>	<9%>
	Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands?
<STAGE DIR>
<Servants present a ewer, basin, and napkin.>
</STAGE DIR>
	O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd!
	O, that once more you knew but what you are!
	These fifteen years you have been in a dream,
	Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept.
</SERVANT 2>

