2 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. 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 al 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? 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: For For your Physicians have exprefly charg'd, 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; Sly. Marry, I will; let them play; is it not a Com- Sly. Well, we'll fee't: come, Madam wife, fit by my fide, and let the world flip, we shall ne'er be younger. THE THE 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 la I am arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy, ict Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all, fit Gave me my Being; and my father first, er A merchant of great traffic through the world: T TH By virtue specially to be atchiev'dan soldie COWD Because I know you well, and love you well, There, there, Hortenfio, will you any wife? 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: Hor. From all fuch devils, good Lord, deliver us. 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 Tra. Well faid, master; mum! and gaze Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have faid, Bianca, get you in; afide. Cath. A pretty Peat! it is best put finger in the ren eye, an she knew why. Bian. Sifter, content you in my discontent. -1 Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may'st hear Minerva speak. caul VOL. III. Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? [afide. F Sorry |