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your hands?

Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a

lord :
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
Than any woman in this waining age.
I Man. And 'till the tears that the hath Thed for

Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face,
She was the fairelt creature in the world;
And yet she is inferior to none.

Sly. Am I a lord, and have I such a lady?
Or do I dream? or have I dream'd 'till now?
I do not sleep; I see, I hear, I speak;
I sinell sweet savours, and I feel loft things :
Upon my life I am a lord indeed;
And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.
Well, bring our lady hither to our fight,
And, once again, a pot o'th' smallest alé.

2 Mair. Will't please your Mightiness to walla
Oh, how we joy to see your wits restor'd !
Oh, that once more you knew but what you are!
These fifteen years you have been in a dream,
Or, when you wak'd, fo wak'd as if you slept.

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.
3 Mar.. Why, Sir, you know no house, nor na.

such maid,
Nor no luch men, as you have reckon'd up;
As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell,
And twenty more such naines and men as these,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

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.
I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.

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

I am your wife in all obedience.

Sly. I know it well: what must I call her?
Lord. Madam.
Sly. Alce Madam, or Joan Madam?
Lord. Madam, and nothing else; fo lords call

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.


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. What, houshold stuff?
Lady. It is a kind of history.

Sly. Well, we'll see't. Come, Madam wife, fit by my side, and let the world slip, we shall ne' younger.




A Street in Padua.

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Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio.

RANIO, since for the great desire I had
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,

arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy,
The pleasant garden of great Italy;
And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd
With his good-will and thy good company;
Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all,
Here let us breathe, and haply institute
A course of learning and ingenious studies.
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
Gave me my being, and my father first,
A merchant of great traffic through the world :
Vincentio's come of the Bentivoli,
Vincentio his font, brought up in Florence,
It shall become to serve all hopes conceiva,
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds :
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
Virtue, and that part of philosophy
Will I apply, that treats of happiness
By virtue specially to be archiev'd.
Tell me thy mind, for I have Pisa left,
And am to Padua come, as he that leaves

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,
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Tra. Me pardonato, gentle master mine,
I am in al affected as yourself;
Glad that you thus continue your resolve,
To fuck the sweets of sweet philosophy:
Only, good master, while we do admire
This virtue, and this moral discipline,
Let's be no Stoicks, nor no- ftoeks, I pray;
Or so devotè to Ariftoile's checks,
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur’d.
Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practice rhetoric in your common talk;
Music and poely use to quicken you;
The mathematics, and the metaphysics,
Fall to them, as you find your stomach ferves you:
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en :
In brief, Sir, study what you most affect.

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
To make a ftale of me amongst these inates?

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