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Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a
Sly. Am I a lord, and have I such a lady?
2 Mair. Will't please your Mightiness to walla
Śly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly nap: But did I never speak of all that time ?
1 Man. Oh, yes, my. Lord, but very idle words. For tho you lay here in this goodly chamber, Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door, And rail'd upon the hostess of the house ; And say, you would present her at the leet *, Becaule he bought stone-jugs, and no feald quarts.. Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket,
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the houie.
At the court leet, or court of the manor.
Sly. Now Lord be tharked for my good amends ! All. Amen.
Sly. By th’mass, I think I am a lord indeed. What is thy name?
Man. Sim, an't please your Honour.
Sly. Sim? that's as much as to say Simeon, or Simon; put forth thy hand, and fill the pot.
[The servant gives him drink. SC E N E V.
Enter Lady, with attendants.
Lady. How fares my noble Lord ?
Sly. Marry I fare well, for here is chear enough. Where's my wife?
Lady. Here, noble lord, what is thy will with her ? Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me hus.
band ? My men should call me lord, I am your goodman. Lady. My husband and my lord, my lord and
Sly. I know it well: what must I call her?
ladies. Sly. Come, sit down on my knee. Sim, drink to her. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd, and Nept above fome fifteen years and more.
Lady. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.
Sly. 'Tis much.-Servants, leave me and her alone.—Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. Sim, drink to her.
Lady. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you. To pardon me yet for a night or two; Or, if not so, until the sun be set : For your physicians have exprelly charg'd, In peril to incur your former malady, That I fliould yet absent me from your bed.,
I hope this reason stands for
excufe. Sly. Ay, it stands fo, that I may hardly tarry fo long; but I would be loath to fall into my dream again: I will therefore tarry in despight of the fiellt and the blood.
S CE N E VI.
Enter a Messenger. Mel. Your Honour's players, hearing your
amendment, Are come to play a pleasant Comedy ; For so your doctors hold it very meet, Seeing too much sadness hath congeald your blood; And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. Therefore they thought it good you hear a play, And frame your mind to mirth and merriment; Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.
Sly. Marry I will; let them play; is it not a commodity ? a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick ?
Lady. No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff.
Sly. Well, we'll see't. Come, Madam wife, fit by my side, and let the world slip, we shall ne'er.be younger.
TAMING of the SHRE W.
A Street in Padua.
Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio.
arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy,
Lucentio is here speaking of himself. We muft certainly therefore place full stop at the end of the preceding line, and read Lucentio his son, &c. Revisal,
A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep,
Tra. Me pardonato, gentle master mine,
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. If, Biondello, thou wert come alhore, We could at once put us in readiness, And take a lodging fit to entertain Such friends as time in Padua fall beget. But stay a while, what company is this?
Tra. Master, fome fhew to welcome us to town.
S CE N E II. Enter Baptifta, with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio
and Hortensio. Lucentio and Tranio stand by.
Bap. Gentlemen both, importune me no farther;. For how I firmly am resolvid, you know; That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter, Before I have a husband for the elder; If either of you both love Catharina, Because I know you well, and love you well, Leave shall you have to court her at yourpleasure.
Gre. To cart her rather.--She's too rough for me. There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?
Cath. I pray you, Sir, is it your will