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Book, page 60 / 109 My lord, they are risen, and sitting by the fire. MORE. Why, yet go you and keep them company; It is not meet we should be absent both. [Exit Lady.] [Enter Player.] Welcome, good friend; what is you will with me? PLAYER. My lord, my fellows and myself Are come to tender ye our willing service, So please you to command us. MORE. What, for a play, you mean? Whom do ye serve? PLAYER. My Lord Cardinal's grace. MORE. My Lord Cardinal's players! now, trust me, welcome; You happen hither in a lucky time, To pleasure me, and benefit yourselves. The Mayor of London and some aldermen, His lady and their wives, are my kind guests This night at supper: now, to have a play Before the banquet, will be excellent.-- How think you, son Roper? ROPER. 'Twill do well, my lord, And be right pleasing pastime to your guests. MORE. I prithee, tell me, what plays have ye?
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