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Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred shun your
house, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. Oh, noble Lord, bethink thee of thy birth, Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, And banish hence these abječt lowly dreams. Look, how thy servants do attend on thee; Each in his office ready at thy beck. Wilt thou have musick? hark, Apollo plays ; [Mufick. And twenty caged nightingales do fing Or wilt thou fleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. Say, thou wilt walk, we will bestrow the ground : Or wilt thou ride; thy horses shall be trapp'd, Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks, will foar Above the morning lark. Or wilt thou hunt? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. 1 Man. Say, thou wilt course, thy greyhounds are
as swift As breathed ftags ; ay, fleeter than the roe. 2 Man. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch thee
Lord. We'll shew thee To, as she was a maid,
3 Man. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord :
i Man. And 'till the tears, that she hath shed for
Sly. Am I a Lord, and have I such a Lady?
Sly. These 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
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell,
Sly. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends !
Sly. By th' Maís, I think I am a Lord indeed.
Man. Sim, an't please your Honour.
Sly. Sim ? that's as much as to say, Simeon or Simon; put forth thy hand and fill the pot.
[The servant gives him drink. Enter Lady, with Attendants. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.
Lady. How fares my noble Lord ?
Sly. Marry, I fare well, for here is cheer enough. Where's my
wife? Lady. Here, noble Lord, what is thy will with her?
Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me hufband? My men should call me lord, I am your good
Lady. My husband and my lord, my Lord and hufI am your wife in all obedience.
Sly. I know it well : what must I call her ? Lord. Madam. Sly. Alce madam, or Joan madam ? Lord. Madam, and nothing else, fo lords call ladies. Sly. Come, sit down on my knee. Sim, drink to her. Madam wife, they say, that I have dream'd, and slept above some fifteen years and more.
Lady. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, Being all this time abandon'd from
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,
Sly. Ay, it stands fo, that Í may hardly tarry fo long ; but I would be loath to fall into my dream again: I will therefore tarry in despight of the flesh and the blood.
Enter a Messenger.
Mell. Your Honour's Players, hearing your amend.
Sly. Marry, I will ; let them play ; iš it not a Commodity ? a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick?
Lady. No, my good Lord, it is more pleasing stuff.
Sly. Well, we'll see't: come, Madam wife, fit by my side, and let the world slip, we shall ne'er be younger.
And, by my
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
father's love and leave, am
(6) I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,] Tho' all the Impressions concur in this, I take it to be a Blunder of the Editors, and not of the Author. Padua is not in Lombardy; but Pisa, from which Lucentio comes, is really in those Territories.