Belike, some noble gentleman that means, Travelling some journey, to repose him here. _Re-enter_ Servingman. How now! who is it? _Serv._ An't please your honour, players 75 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? _A Player._ So please your lordship to accept our duty. 80 _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. 85 _A 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. 90 There is a lord will hear you play to-night: But I am doubtful of your modesties; Lest over-eyeing of his odd behaviour,-- For yet his honour never heard a play,-- You break into some merry passion 95 And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, If you should smile he grows impatient. _A Player._ Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antic in the world. _Lord._ Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, 100 And give them friendly welcome every one: Let them want nothing that my house affords. [_Exit one with the Players._