Poetry Moment

SCENE II.A bedchamber in the LORD'S houseEnter aloft SLY, with ATTENDANTS; some with apparel, basinand ewer, and other appurtenances; and LORDSLY. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.FIRST SERVANT. Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack?SECOND SERVANT. Will't please your honour taste of these conserves?THIRD SERVANT. What raiment will your honour wear to-day?SLY. I am Christophero Sly; call not me 'honour' nor 'lordship.' Ine'er drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves,give me conserves of beef. Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear,for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings thanlegs, nor no more shoes than feet- nay, sometime more feet thanshoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.LORD. Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour!O, that a mighty man of such descent,Of such possessions, and so high esteem,Should be infused with so foul a spirit!SLY. What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, oldSly's son of Burton Heath; by birth a pedlar, b