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Gent. And you !

Let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am for King Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. other business.

Notuot Gent. I have been sometimes there.

Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one single Let's ta Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen word.

Carwen From the report, that goes upon your goodness ; Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall Theina And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, ha't; save your word. Which lay nice manners by, I put you to Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles.

Tiedai Theuse of your own virtues, for the which Laf. You beg more than one word then.-Cox'my

Ber. 1 I shall continue thankful. passion! give me your hand !- How does your drum?

Istocki Gent. What's your will?

Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found me.
Hel. That it will please you
Laf. Was I,in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee,

There
To give this poor petition to the king,
Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some

meter And aid me with that store of power you have, grace, for you did bring me out.

Shich To come into his presence.

Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me Gent. The king's not here.

at once both the office of God and the devil? one brings Hel. Not here, sir?

thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. (TrumGent. Not, indeed:

pets sound.] The king's coming, I know by his trum atst He henceremov'd last night, and with more haste, pets. Sirrah, inquire further after me; I had talk Than is his use.

of you last night: though you are a fool and a knave, Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains !

you shall eat; go to, fellow, Hel. All'swell that ends well, yet,

Par. I praise God for you.

(Exeunt. Though time seem so adverse, and means anfit. I do beseech you, whither has he gone?

SCENE III. - The same. A room in the Countess's Gend. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon;

palace, Whither I am going. Flourish. Enter King, Countess, LaFeU, Lords,

Grein Hel, I do beseech you, sir,

Gentlemen, Guards, etc. Since you are like to see the king before me,

King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem
Commend the paper to his gracious hand;

Was made much poorer by it: but your sou,
Which, 1 presume, shall render you no blame, As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
But rather make you thank your pains for it: Her estimation home.
I will come after you, with what good speed

Count. 'Tis past, my liege:
Our means will make us means.

And I beseech your majesty to make it
Gent. This I'll do for you.
Natural rebellion, done i'the blaze of youth,

Seny Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank’d, When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,

The Whate'er falls more.-We must to horse again ;-- O'erbears it, and burns on. Go, go, provide.

[Exeunt. King. My honour'd lady,

I have forgiven and forgotten all;
SCENE II.-Rousillon. The inner court of the Coun- Though my revenges were high bent upon him,

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tess's palace.
And watch'd the time to shoot.

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Enter Clown and PAROLLES.

Luf. This I must say, -
Pur. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafen But first I beg my pardon.— The young lord

TO this letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known to Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady, you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; Offence of mighty note; but to himself but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and The greatest wrong of all: he lost a wife, smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. Whose beauty did astonish the survey

Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if of richest eyes, whose words all ears took captive,
it smell so strong as thou speakest of: I will hence- Whose dear perfection, hearts, that scoru'd to serve,
forth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Pr’ythee, al- Humbly call'd mistress.
low the wind.

King. Praising what is lost, Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, sir; I spake Mukes the remembra: cc dear. Well,call him hither!but by a metaphor.

We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop Allrepetition. – Let him not ask our pardon! my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Pr’ythee, The nature of his great offence is dead, get thee further!

And deeper than oblivion do we bury Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper! The incensing relics of it: let him approach, Clo. Foh, pr’ythee, stand away! A paper from for- A stranger, no offender; and inform him, tune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here So 'tis our will he should ! he comes himself.

Gent. Ishall, my liege.

[Exit Gentleman, Enter LAFEU.

King. What says he to your daughter? have you Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat, (but spoke? not a musk-cat,) that has fallen into the unclean fish-| Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness. pond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters withal. Pray yon, sir, use the carp as you may; for he

sent me, looks likea poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally That set him high in fame. knuve. I do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort,

Enter BERTRAY. and leave him to yonr Jordship. (E.rit Clown.] Laf. He looks well on't.

Pur. My lord, I am a man, whom fortune hath cruelly King. I am not a day of season, scratched.

For thou may'st see a sun-shine and a hail Luf. And what would yon have me to do?'tis too late In me at once: but to the brightest beams to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth, kuave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who The tine is fair again. of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves Ber. My high-repented blames, thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for you. Dear sovereign, pardon to me!

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King. All is whole;

Hath not in nature's mystery more science,
Notoneword more of the consumed time!

Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's,
Let's take the instant by the forward top;

Whoever gave it you. Then, if you know
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees

That you are wellacquainted with yourself,
The inaudible and noiseless foot of time

Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
Steals, ere we can effect them. You remember You got it from her; she call’d the saints to surety,
The daughter of this lord ?

That she would never put it from her finger,
Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first

Unless she gave it to yourself iu bed,
I stuck my choice npon her, ere my heart

(Where you have never come,) or sent it us
Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue:

Upon her great disaster.
Where the impression of mine eye infixing,

Ber. She never saw it.
Contempthis scornful perspective did lend me, King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour,
Which warp'd the line of every other favour; And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me,
Scorn’d a fair colour, or express'd it stoln,

Which I would fain shut out. If it should prove
Extended or contracted all proportions,

That thou art so inhuman, — 'twill not prove so ;
To a most hideous object. Thence it came,

And yet I know not: thou didst hate her deadly,
That she, whom all men prais'd, and whom myself, And she is dead; which nothing, but to close
Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
The dust that did oflend it.,

More than to see this ring. – Take him away!
King. Well excus'd!

(Guards seize Bertrain.
That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,
From the great compt. But love, that comes too late, Shall tax my fears of little vanity,
Like a remorseful pardou slowly carried,

Having vainly fear’d too little. — Away with him!
To the great sender turns a sour offence,

We'll sift this matter further.
Grying, That's good, that's gone: ourrash faults

Ber. If you shall prove,
Make trivial price of'serious things we have,

This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
Not knowing them, until we know their grave:

Prove, that I husbanded hier bed in Florence,
Oft our displeasures, to ourselves anjust,

Where yet she never was. (Exit Bertram guarded.
Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust :

Enter a Gentleman.
Our own love waking cries to see what's done,

King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.
While shamefal hate sleeps out the afternoon.

Gent. Gracious sovereigu,
Be this sweet Helen's kuell, and now forget her!

Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not;
Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin: Here's a petition from a Florentine,
The main consents are lrad; and here we'll stay

Who hath, for four or five removes, come short
To see our widower's second marriage-day.

To tender it herself. I undertook it, Count. Which better thau the first, o dear heaven, Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech bless!

of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know,
Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease!

Is here attending: her business looks in her
Luf: Come on, my son, in whom my house's name With an importing visage; and she told me,
Must be digested, give a favour from you,

In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,

Your highness with herself.
That she may quickly come. - By my old beard, King. (Reads] Upon his many protestations to
And every hair that's ou’t, Belen, that's dead, тarry те, , when his wife was dead, I blush to say it,
Was a sweet creature: such a ring as this,

he won me. Now is the count Rousillon u widower; The last that e'er I took lier leave at court,

his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to I saw upon hier finger.

him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I Ber. ller's it was not. follow him to his country for justice. Crant it me,

0 King. Now, pray yon, let me see it; for mine eye, King; in you it best lies; otherwise a seclucer flocWhile I was speaking, oft was fasten'l to't.

rishes, and a poor maid is undone. Duasa CAPULET. This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll I hade her, if her fortunes ever stood

him: for this, I'll none of him. Necessitied to help, that by this token

King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Laser,
I would relieve her. Had yon that craft, to reave her To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these suitors :-
Of what should stead her most?

Gospeedily, and bring again the count! –
Ber. My gracious sovereign,

[Lxeunt Gentleman and some Attendants. Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,

I am a fear’d, the life of Helen, lady,
The ring was nerer her's.

Was foully snatch'd.
Count. Son, on my lifc,

Count. Now, justice on the doers!
Thave seen her wearit; and she reckoned it

Enter Beitram, guarded.
At her life's rate.

King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to you,
Laf. I am sure, I saw her wear it.

And that you fly them, as, yon swear them lordship, Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never saw it: you

What woman's that?
In Florence was it from a casement thrown me,

Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and Diana.
Wrapp'd in a paper, which contaiu’d the name Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought Derived from the ancient Capulet;
I stood engag'd: but when I had subscrib'd!

My suit, as I do understand, you know,
To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully, And therefore know, how far I may be pitied.
I could not answer in that conrse of honour,

Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour
As she had made the overture, she ceas'd,

Both suffer under this complaint, we bring, In heavy satisfaction, and would uever

And both shall cease, without your remedy. Receivethe riog again.

King.Come hither,count! Do you know these women? King. Plutns himself,

Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny Thatknows the tinct and multiplying medicine, But that I know them. Do they charge me further?

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Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wise ? Out of a casement.

King Ber. She's none of mine, my lord. Dia. I have spoke the truth.

Dia. Dia. If you shallmarry,

Enter PAROLLES.
You giveaway this hand, and that is mine;
Ber. My lord, I do confess the ring was hers.

Tjejer You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine; King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts Aathe You giveaway myself, which is known mine;

you. For l by vow am so embodied yours,

Is this the man you speak of?
That she, which marries you, must marry me,
Dia. Ay, mylord.

tekne Either both, or none.

King. Tell me, sirrah, bat, tell me true, I charge yon, Laf: Your reputation (To Bertram) comes too short Not fearing the displeasure of your master, for my daughter, you are no husband for her. (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,),

Gather Ber. My lord, tliis is a fond and desperate creature, By him, and by this woman here, what kuow you?

dad nc Whom sometime I have laugh'd with:let your highness Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, Than for to think, that I would sink it here!

which gentlemen have. King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to King. Come, come, to the purpose : Did he love this friend, woman?

Yel Till your deeds gain them. Fairer prove your honour, Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her. But how? Than in my thought it lies !

King. How, I pray you? Dia. Good my lord,

Par. Hedid love her,sir,as a gentleman loves a woman. Ask him, upon his oath, if he does think,

King. How is that? He had vot my virginity.

Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not. King. What say'st thou to her?

King. As thou art a knave and no knave. – What Ber. She's impudent, niy lord,

an equivocal companion is this? And was a common gamester to the camp.

Par I am a poor man,and at your majesty's command.
Dia. He does me wrong, my lord; if I were so, Laf. Ile's a good drum, my lord, but a caughty orator.
He might have bought me at a common price. Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage?
Do not believe him! o, behold this ring,

Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak.
Whose high respect, and rich validity,

King. But wilt thou not speak allthou know'st? Did lack a parallel; yet, for all that,

Par. Yes, so please your majesty. I did go between He gave it to a commoner o'the camp,

them, as I said; but more than that, he loved her, – If I be one.

fur, indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, Count. He blushes, and 'tisit:

and of limbo, and of furies, and I know not what: yet Of six preceding ancestors, that gem

I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue,

of their going to bed; and of other motions, as proHath it bcen ow'd and woru. This is his wife; mising her marriage, and things that would derive me That ring's a thousand proofs.

ill will to speak of, therefore I will not speak what I king. Methought, you said,

know. You saw one here in court could witness it.

King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou Dia. I diil, my lord, but loath am to produce canst say they are married. But thou art too fine in thy So bad an instrument; his name's Parolles.

evidence; therefore stand aside! – This ring, you say, Laf.I saw the man to-day, if man he be,

was yours? King. Find him, and bring bim hither!

Din. Ay, my good lord.
Ber. What of him?
King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you?

3 Ne's quoted for a most perfidious slave,

Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it.
With all the spots o’the world tux’dand debosh'd; King. Who lentit you?
Whose nature sickens bui so speak a truth:

Dia. It was notlent me neither.
Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter,

King. Where did you find it then? That will speak any thing?

Dia. I found it not.
King. She hath that ring of yours.

King. If it were yours by none of all these ways,
Ber. I think, she has: certain it is, Ilik'd her, How could you give it him?
Aud boarded her i'the wanton way of youth :

Dia. I never gave it him.
She knew her distance, and did angle for me,

Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes Madding my eagerness with her restraint,

off and on at pleasure. Asallimy.ediments in fancy's course

King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,

Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I know. Her insuit coming with her modern grace,

King. Take her away, I do not like her now; Subdued me to her rate: she got thering ;

To prison with her, and away with him! And I had that, which any inferior might

Unless thou tell'st me where ihou had'st this ring, At market-price have bought.

Thou diest within this hour. Dia. Iinust be patient;

Dia. I'll never tell you. You that tnru'd of a firetso noble wife,

King. Take her away! May justiy diet me. I pray you yet,

Due. I'll put in bail, my liege. (Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband,)

King. I think thee now some common customer. Send for your ring, I will return it home,

Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you. And give me mine again!

King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this Ber. I have it pot.

while ? King. What ring was yours, I pray you?

Dia. Because, he's guilty, and he is not guilty; Dia. Sir, much like

He knows, lam no maid, and he'll swear to't: The same upon your finger.

I'll swear, I am a maid, and he knows not. King. Know you this ring? this ring was his of late. Great king, I am no strnmpet, by my life; Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. King. The story then goes false, you threw it him

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King. She does abase onr ears; to prison with her! (I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.
Dia. Good mother, fetch bail ! – Stay, royal sir; Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue,

[Erit Widow. Deadly divorce step between me and you ! -
The jeweller, that owes the ring, is sent for,

O, my dear mother, do I see you living?
And he shall surety me. But for this lord,

Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon :-
Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself,

Good Tom Drum, [ To Parolles.] lend me a handkerThough yet he never harm’d me, here I quit him: chief. So, I thank thee; wait on me home, I'll make He knows himself, my bed he hath dcfil'd;

sport with thee. Let thy courtesies alone, they are And at that time he got his wife with child:

scurvy ones.
Dead though she be; she feels her young one kick;

King. Let us from point to point this story know,
So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick: To make the even truth in pleasure flow!
And now behold the meaning.

If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, [To Diana.
Re-enter Widow, with Helena.

Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower;
King. Is there no exorcist

For I can gness, that, by thy honest aid,
Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes?

Thou kept’st a wife herself, thyself a maid.
Is't real, that I see?

Of that, and all the progress, more and less,
Hel. No, my good lord:

Resolvedly more leisure shall express:
'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,

All yet seems well, and if it end so meet,
The name, and not the thing.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. (Flourish.
Ber. Both, both; 0, pardon!

Advancing
Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid, The king's abeggar, now the plug is done :
I found you wondrons kind. There is your ring, All is well ended, if the suit be won,
And, look you, here's your letter: this it says, That you express content: which we will pay,
When from my finger you cun get this ring, With strife to please you, day exceeding day!
And are by me with child, etc. --This is done: Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts;
Will you be mine, now you are doubly won ? Your gentle hands lendus, and take our hearts.
Ber. If she, ny liege, can make me know this clearly,

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TRANIO,
Persons in

servants to Lucentio. CHRISTOPHER Sly, a drunken tinker.

BIONDELLO,

the InducHostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and

GRUMIO,

tion. other Servants attending on the Lord.)

Curtis,

servants to Petruchio. BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Pudua.

Pedant, an old fellow, set up to personate VinVincentio, an old gentleman of Pisa.

centio. LUCENTIO,

son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. Petauchio, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Ca- Blanca, her sister, tharina.

Widow. GREMIO,

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on suitors to Bianca.

Baptista and Petruchio.
Scene,- sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's house in the country.

Catharina, the Shrew, {daughters to Baptista.

HORTENSIO,

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Sessa!

INDUCTION.

Wird horns, Enter a Lord from hunting,with HuntsSCENE I. - Before an ale-house on a heath.

men and Servanis. Enter Hostess and Sly.

Lord.Huntsman,I charge thee,tender well my hounds: Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith.

Brach Merriman,- the poor cur is emboss'd, Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue!

And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach! Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rognes ! Look Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqne-At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault? ror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide : I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

| Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord ; Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst? He cried upon it at the merest loss, Sly. No, not a denier. Go by, says Jeronimy;

And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent:
Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

Trust me, I take him for the better dog.
Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the third- Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet,

[Exit. I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
Sky; Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, rll answer But sup them well, and look unto them all!
him by law : I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him

come, To-morrow I intend to hunt again. and kindly. [Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep!) i Hun. I will

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Lord. Whal's here; one dead, or drunk ? See, doth | Lest, over-eying of his odd behavionr, he breathe?

For yet his honour never heard a play,) 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd You break into some merry passion, with ale,

And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. If you should smile, he grows impatient.

Lurd. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies! i Play. Fear not, my lord! we can contain ourselves,
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! - Were he the veriest antic in the world.
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.

Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,
Whit think you, if he were convey'd to bed, And give them friendly welcome every one:
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, Let them want nothing, that my house affords!-
A most delicious banquet by his bed,

(Exeunt Servant und Players. And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Sirrah, go you to Bartholomey my page,[Tou Servant. Would not the beggar then forget himself?

And see him dress'd in all suits, like a lady: 1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him, when he And call him-madam, do him obeisance ! wak'd.

Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,)
Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy. He bear himself with honourable action,
Then take him up, and manage well the jest!-- Such as he liath obsery'd in noble ladies
Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,

Unto their lords, by them accomplished:
And hang it round with all my wanton pictures: Such duty to the drunkard let him do,
Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, With soit low tongne, and lowly courtesy,
And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: say: Whatis't your honour will command,
Procure me music ready, when he wakes,

Wherein your lady, and your humble wife,
To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;

May show her duty, and make known her love? And ifhe chance to speak, be ready straight,

And then--with kind embracements, tempting kisses,
And, with a low submissive reverence,

And with declining head into his bo:som,
Say,-What is it your honour will command ? Bid him shed tears, as being overjoyed
Let one attend him with a silver basin,

To see her noble lord restor'd to health,
Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; Who, for twice seven years, hath esteem'd him
Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,

No better, than a poor and loathsome beggar:
And say,-Wilt please your lordship coolyour hands? And if the boy have not a woman's gift,
Some one be ready with a costly suit,

To rain a shower of commanded tears,
And ask him what apparel he will wear;

An onion will do well for such a shift : Another tell him of his hounds and horse,

Which in a napkin being close convey'd, And that his lady mourns at his disease;

Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. Persuade him, that he hath been lupatic;

See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst! And, when he says he is -, say, that he dreams; Anon I'll give thee more instructious.-[ExitServant. l'or he is nothing but a mighty lord.

I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs!

Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewonian: It will be pastime passing excellent,

Ilong to hear him call the drunkard, husband; Ifit be hushanded with modesty.

And how my men will stay themselves from laughter, 1 Ilun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our part, When they do homage to this simple peasant. As he shall think, by our true diligence,

I'll in to comsel them: haply, my presence lleis no less, than what we say, he is.

May well abate the over-merry spleen,
Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him; Which otherwise would grow into extremes. [Exeunt.
And each one to his office, when he wakes!-

(Sorne bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds. SCENE II.- Abedchamber in the Lord's house. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds! Suy is discovered in urich night-gown, with Atten

[Exit Servant. dants; some with apparel, others with basin, ewer, Belike some noble gentleman, that means,

and other appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed like Travelling some journey, to repose him here. Re-enter a Servant.

Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale ! How pow? who is it?

1 Serv. Will’t please your lordship drink a cup of Serv. Anit please your honour,

sack? Players, that offer service to your lordship.

2 Serv.Will’t please your honour taste of these conLord. Bid them come near!

serves ? Enter Players.

3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to-day? Now, fellows, you are welcome.

Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call vot me

- honour, 1 Play. We thank your houonr.

nor lordship: I never drank sack in my life; and if you 1.ord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef! 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty. Ne'er ask me what raiment l'll wear; for I have no more

Lord. With all my heart. —This fellow İremember, doublets than backs, no inore stockings thau legs, nor Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son;

no more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well: than shoes, or such shoes, as my toes look through the I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part overleather. Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d.

Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your
1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your houour means. O, that a mighty man, of such descent,
Lord. 'Tis very

thou didstit excellent, of such possessions, and so high esteem,
Well, you are come to me in happy time;

Should be iofused with so foul a spirit!
The rather for I have some sport in hand,

Sly, What, would you make me mad? Am not I Chri-
Wherein your cunuing can assist me much.

stopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burtonheath; by birth a There is a lord will hear you play to-night:

pedlar, by education a cardmaker, by transmutation a But I am doubtful of your modesties ;

bear-herd, and now by present professiou a tinker?

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