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As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch

thee straight
Adonis, painted by a running brook :
And Cytherea all in sedges hid;
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

Lord. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid;
And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,
As lively painted as the deed was done.

3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny

wood;

Scratching her legs that one shall swear she

bleeds : And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord:
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
Than any woman in this waning age.
1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed for

thee,
Like envious floods, o'er-ran 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?
Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now?
I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak;
I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things:
Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed;
And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.
Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;
And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.

2 Sero. Will’t please your mightiness to wash your

hands?

[Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd! O, that once more you knew but what

you

are! These fifteen years you have been in a dream; Or, when you wak’d, so wak'd as if you slept.

Sly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly nap. But did I never speak of all that time?

1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words: For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; And rail upon the hostess of the house; And say, you would present her at the leet, Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts : Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. , Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. 3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no

such maid;
Nor no such 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 such names and men as these,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends!
All. Amen.
Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.

Enter the Page, as a lady, with attendunts. Page. How fares my noble lord ?

Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. Where is my wife ? ş. Faith.

6 Court-leet.

Page. 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 goodman. Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and

husband;
I am your wife in all obedience.

Sly. I know it well :-What must I call her ?
Lord. Madam.
Sly. Al’ce madam, or Joan madami?
Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call

ladies. Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd,

and slept Above some fifteen

year

and more. Page. 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.

Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you, To pardon me yet for a night or two; Or, if not so, until the sun be set : For your physicians have expressly charg'd, In peril to incur your former malady, That I should yet absent me from your I hope, this reason stands for my excuse.

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into my

dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood.

bed :

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Enter a Servant.

Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amend

ment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy, For so your doctors hold it

very meet ; Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood, And melancholy is the nurse 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 it: Is not a commonty? a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling-trick?

Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff.
Sly. What, houshold stuff?
Page. It is a kind of history.

Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er be younger.

[They sit down.

7 For comedy.

· ACT I.

SCENE I. Padua. A public Place.

Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.

Luc. Tranio, since--for the great desire I haù To see 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, am arm'd With his good will, and thy good company, Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all; Here let us breathe, and happily institute A course of learning, and ingenious studies. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens, Gave ne my being, and my father first, A merchant of great traffick through the world, Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii. Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence, It shall become, to serve all hopes conceivid, To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds : And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue, and that part of philosophy Will I apply, that treats of happiness By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd. Tell me thy mind; for I have Pisa left, And am to Padua come; as he that leaves A shallow plash,' to plunge him in the deep, And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

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