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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 Si.

mon, put forth thy hand and fill the pot.

[The fervant gives him drink.

SCENE 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 cheer enough. Where's my wife?

art Lady. Here, noble Lord, what is thy will with her? Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me hufband? My men should call me lord, I am your good

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man.

Lady. My husband and my lord, my Lord and dhusband;

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, so lords call ladies. - Sly. Come, fit down on my knee. Sim, drink to her. Madam wife, they say, that I have dream'd, and flept or above fome fifteen years and more.

Lady. Ay, and the time feems 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 fo, until the fun be fet;

For

For your Physicians have exprefly charg'd,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet abfent me from your bed;
I hope, this reason stands for my excuse.

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 flesh and the blood.

Meff. Y

SCENE VI.

Enter a Meffenger.

OUR Honour's

amendment,

Players, hearing your

Are come to play a pleasant Comedy;
For fo your doctors hold it very meet,
Seeing too much fadness hath congeal'dyourblood;
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 Com-
modity? 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 hiftory.

Sly. Well, we'll fee't: come, Madam wife, fit by my fide, and let the world flip, we shall ne'er be younger.

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TAMING of the SHREW.

ACT I. SCENE I.

A Street in PADUA.

Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio.

LUCENTIO.

be TRANIO, fince for the great defire I had
To fee fair Padua, nursery of arts,

la I am arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy,
1; The pleasant garden of great Italy;
lik And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd
With his good-will, and thy good companys

ict 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,

fit Gave me my Being; and my father first,

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A merchant of great traffic through the world:
Vincentio's come of the Bentivolii,
Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence,
It shall become to ferve all hopes conceiv'd,
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
To Virtue and that part of philosophy 11 wol sol
Will I apply, that treats of happinessorton ipsir

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Because I know you well, and love you well,
Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.
Gre. To cart her rather. - She's too rough for me:

There, there, Hortenfio, will you any wife?
Cath. I pray you, Sir, is it your will

To make a Stale of me amongst these mates ?

Hor. Mates, maid, how mean you that? no mates

for you;

Unless you were of gentler, milder, mould.

Cath. I'faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear,

I wis, it is not half way to her heart:
But if it were, doubt not, her care shall be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.

Hor. From all fuch devils, good Lord, deliver us.
Gre. And me too, good Lord.

Tra. Hush, master, here's some good paftime

toward;

That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.

Luc. But in the other's filence I do fee
Maid's mild behaviour and fobriety.
Peace, Tranio.

Tra. Well faid, master; mum! and gaze
your fill.

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good

What I have faid, Bianca, get you in;
And let it not difplease thee, good Bianca;
For I will love thee ne'er the lefs, my girl.

afide.

Cath. A pretty Peat! it is best put finger in the

ren eye, an she knew why.

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Bian. Sifter, content you in my discontent.

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Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:
My books and instruments shall be my company,
On them to look, and practise by myself.

Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may'st hear Minerva speak.

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VOL. III.

Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?

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