3 Man. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Than any woman in this waining age. I Man. And 'till the tears that she hath fhed for thee, Like envious floods, o'er-run her lovely face, She was the fairest creature in the world, And yet she is inferior to none. Sly. Am I a lord, and have I such a lady? And not a tinker, nor Chriftophero Sly. And once again a pot o'th' smallest ale. 2 Man. Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands? Oh how we joy to see your wits restor❜d, Oh that once more you knew but what you are! Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap: 1 Man. Oh yes, my lord, but very idle words. Sly. Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.i 3 Man. Why Sir, you know no house, nor no fuch maid, Nor no fuch men as you have reckon❜d up, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, And twenty more fuch names and men as these, Sly. Now lord be thanked for my good amends. Sly. By th' mafs I think I am a lord indeed. Man. Simon, 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. SCENE V. Enter Lady with attenaants. Sly. 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 is my wife? Lady. Here noble lord, what is thy will with her? Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me husband? My men should call me lord, I am your good man. Lady. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband, I am your wife in all obedience. Sly. I know it well: what muft 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. Ma Nn 2 This and the two following Speeches added from the old edition. dam dam wife, they say that I have dream'd, and slept 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 fo, until the fun be fet; For your physicians have exprefly charg'd, In peril to incur your former malady, That I fhould yet absent me from your bed; I hope this reafon ftands for my excufe. Sly. Ay, it ftands 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. SCENE VI. Enter a Messenger. Meff. Your honour's players, hearing your amendment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy; For fo your doctors hold it very meet, Seeing so much sadness hath congeal'd your blood, Therefore they thought it good you hear a play, 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. Lady. It is a kind of history. 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 TAMING of the SHREW. T ACTI. SCENE I. PADU A. Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio. LUCENTIO. Ranio, fince for the great defire I had And by my father's love and leave am arm'd Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all, Gave me my being, and my father first A merchant of great traffick through the world: Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence, 4 And And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Tra. Me pardonato, gentle mafter mine, Glad that you thus continue your refolve, In brief, Sir, ftudy what you most affect. Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise; If, Biondello, thou wert come afhore, We could at once put us in readiness, And take a lodging fit to entertain Such friends, as time in Padua fhall beget. Tra. Master, fome fhow to welcome us to town. SCENE |