I Man. And, 'till the tears, that fhe hath fhed for thee, Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady? And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.— 2 Man. Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands? Oh, how we joy to see your wit restor❜d! Oh, that once more you knew but what you are! 1 Man. Oh, yes, my lord; but very idle words :- And fay, you would prefent her at the 2 leet, 3 Man. Why, fir, you know no house, nor no such maid; Nor fo fuch men, as you have reckon'd up, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps o' the green, 2 leet,]-court leet. 2 a of Greece. And And twenty more fuch names and men as these, Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends! Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. Enter the Page, as a lady, with attendants. 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 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. Madam wife, they fay, that I have dream'd, and Лlept 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. Lady. Thrice noble lord, let me intreat of you, To pardon me yet for a night or two; bed: Sly. Ay, it ftands fo, that I may hardly tarry so long. But. But I would be loth to fall into my dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in defpight of the flesh and the blood. 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 too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood, Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it: Is not a monty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick. h com Lady. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff. Sly. What, houshold 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 shall ne'er be younger. ACT I. SCENE I A Street in Padua. Flourish. Enter Lucentio, and bis man Tranio. Luc. Tranio, fince-for the great defire I had And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd b commodity-comedy. With his good will, and thy good company, Gave me my being, and my father firft, A merchant of great traffick through the world, с Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence, d It fhall become, to ferve all hopes conceiv'd, с Will I apply, that treats of happiness Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle mafter mine, The mathematicks, and the metaphyficks, Fall to them, as you find your ftomach ferves you: Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise. We could at once put us in readiness; But stay a while: What company is this? Tra. Mafter, fome fhow, to welcome us to town. Enter Baptifta, with Katharina and Bianca. Gremio and Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farther, If either of you both love Katharina, Because I know you well, and love you well, Kath. I pray you, fir, is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates? Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you, Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. Kath. I'faith, fir, you fhall never need to fear; I-wis, it is not half way to her heart : But, if it were, doubt not, her care fhall be To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, Hor. From all fuch devils, good Lord, deliver me! Gre. |