Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, Wilt thou have mufick? hark, Apollo plays, [Mufick Or wilt thou fleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Say thou wilt walk, we will beftrow the ground: 1 Man. Say thou wilt courfe, thy greyhounds are As breathed ftags; ay, fleeter than the roe. 2 Man. Doft thou love pictures? we will fetch thee ftrait Adonis painted by a running brook, And Citherea all in fedges hid, Which feem to move, and wanton with her breath, Ev'n as the waving fedges play with wind. Lord. We'll fhew thee lo, as fhe was a maid, And how fhe was beguiled and furpris'd, 3 Man. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood, Scratching her legs, that one fhall fwear she bleeds; And at the fight fhall fad Apollo weep: So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing, but a lord: Thou haft a lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waining age. 1 Man. And 'till the tears that he hath fhed for thee, Like envious floods, o'er-run her lovely face, She was the faireft creature in the world, Sly. Am I a lord, and have I such a lady? I fmell fweet favours, and I feel foft things: And not a tinker, nor Chriftophero Sly. 2 Man. Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands? Oh how we joy to fee your wits reftor'd, Oh that once more you knew but what you are! 1 Man. Oh yes, my lord, but very idle words. 3 Man. Why Sir, you know no houfe, nor no fuch maid, Nor no fuch men as you have reckon❜d up, And twenty more fuch names and men as these, Sly. Now lord be thanked for my good amends.. Sly. By th' mass I think I am a lord indeed. Man. Simon, an't please your honour. Sly. Sim that's as much as to fay Simeon or Simon; put forth thy hand and fill the pot. SCENE This and the two following speeches added from the old edition. SCENE V. Enter Lady with attendants; Sky. I thank thee, thou fhalt not lose by it. 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 hushand?. My men fhould 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 Sly. Alce madam, or Joan madam? Lord. Madam, and nothing elfe, fo lords call ladies.. Sly. Come fit down on my knee. Sim, drink to her. Madam wife, they fay that I have dream'd, and flept 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 your phyficians have exprefly charg'd,, 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 defpight of the flesh and the blood, SCENE SCENE VI. Enter a Messenger. 'Meff. Your honour's players, hearing your amend ment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy; Seeing fo much fadness 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 com Madam wife, fit by my fide, and let the world flip, we fhall ne'er be younger. The The TAMING of the SHREW. ACT I. SCENE I. PADU A. Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio. T LUCENTI O. Ranio, fince for the great defire I had With his good will, and thy good company. Gave me my being, and my father first A merchant of great traffick through the world: Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence, By |