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Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment,
And banish hence thefe abject lowly dreams.
Look how thy fervants do attend on thee,
Each in his office ready at thy beck.

Wilt thou have mufick? hark, Apollo plays, [Mufick
And twenty caged nightingales de fing.

Or wilt thou fleep? we'll have thee to a couch,
Softer and fweeter than the lustful bed
On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis,

Say thou wilt walk, we will beftrow the ground:
Or wilt thou ride? thy horfes fhall be trapp'd,
Their harness ftudded all with gold and pearl.
Doft thou love hawking? thou haft hawks will foar
Above the morning lark. Or wilt thou hunt,
Thy hounds fhall make the welkin answer them,
And fetch fhrill echoes from the hollow earth.

1 Man. Say thou wilt courfe, thy greyhounds are
as swift

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,
As lively painted as the deed was done..

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,
And yet he is inferior to none.

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Sly. Am I a lord, and have I such a lady?
Or do I dream? or have I dreamed 'till now?
I do not fleep; I fee, I hear, 1 fpeak;

I fmell fweet favours, and I feel foft things:
Upon my life I am a lord indeed,

And not a tinker, nor Chriftophero Sly.
Well, bring our lady hither to our fight,
And once again a pot o'th' fmalleft ale.

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!
These fifteen years you have been in a dream,
Or when you wak'd, you wak'd as if you flept.
Siy. Thefe 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 fay, ye were beaten out of door,
And rail'd upon the hoftefs of the house,
And fay you would prefent her at the Leet,
Because the bought ftone jugs, and no feal'd quarts:
Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.

3 Man. Why Sir, you know no houfe, nor no fuch maid,

Nor no fuch 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 fuch names and men as these,
Which never were, nor no man ever faw.

Sly. Now lord be thanked for my good amends..
All. Amen.

Sly. By th' mass I think I am a lord indeed.
What is thy name?

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.
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 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
Lord. Madam..

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,,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I fhould yet abfent 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 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;
For fo your doctors hold it very meet,

Seeing fo much fadness hath congeal'd your blood,
And melancholy is the nurfe 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 Chrifimas gambol, or a tumbling trick?
Lady. No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff.
Sly. What, houfhold stuff?
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 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
To fee fair Padua, nursery of arts,
I am arriv❜d for fruitful Lombardy,
The pleasant garden of great Italy.
And by my father's love and leave ama
arm'd

With his good will, and thy good company.
Moft trusty servant, well approv'd in all,
Here let us breathe, and happily institute
A course of learning, and ingenious studies.
Pifa, renowned for grave citizens,

Gave me my being, and my father first

A merchant of great traffick through the world:
Vincentio's come of the Bentivoli,

Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence,
It fhall become to ferve all hopes conceiv'd
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I ftudy,
Virtue and that part of philofophy
Will I apply, that treats of happiness,

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