Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred fhun your house, As beaten hence by your ftrange lunacy. Oh, noble Lord, bethink thee of thy birth, Wilt thou have mufick? hark, Apollo plays; [Mufick. Or wilt thou fleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Say, thou wilt walk, we will beftrow the ground: 1 Man. Say, thou wilt course, thy greyhounds are as fwift 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 she 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 fhe bleeds: And at that fight fhall fad Apollo weep: So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Than any woman in this waining age. 1 Man. And 'till the tears, that fhe hath fhed for thee, Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face, She was the fairest creature in the world, Sly. Am I a Lord, and have I such a Lady? I smell sweet favours, and I feel foft things: 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! 1 Man. Oh, yes, my Lord, but very idle words. 3 Man. Why, Sir, you know no house; nor no fuch maid; Nor no fuch men, as you have reckon'd up; And twenty more fuch names and men as thefe, Sly. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends! Sly. By th' Mafs, I think I am a Lord indeed. Man. Man. Sim, 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. I thank thee; [The fervant gives him drink. Enter Lady, with Attendants. 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 fhould call me lord, I am your good man. Lady. My husband and my lord, my Lord and huf band; I am your wife in all obedience. Sly. I know it well: what must I call her ? 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 slept 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, For your Phyficians have exprefly charg'd, your bed; I hope, this reason 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. Enter e Taming of the SHREW. Enter a Messenger. 357 r Honour's Players, hearing your amend play a pleasant Comedy; Doctors hold it very meet, uch fadness hath congeal'd your blood; oly is the nurse of frenzy. ey thought it good you hear a play, our mind to mirth and merriment; a thousand harms, and lengthens life. y, I will; let them play; is it not a Comhriftmas gambol, or a tumbling trick? my good Lord, it is more pleafing stuff. -, houfhold ftuff? s a kind of hiftory. we'll fee't: come, Madam wife, fit by ad let the world flip, we shall ne'er be The ACTI. SCENE, a Street in PA DUA. Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio. LUCENTI O. Rranio, fince for the great defire I had And, by my father's love and leave, am With his good-will, and thy good company : Gave me my Being; and my father first, A merchant of great traffick through the world: Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence, (6) I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,] Tho' all the Im preffions concur in this, I take it to be a Blunder of the Editors, and not of the Author. Padua is not in Lombardy; but Pifa, from which Lucentio comes, is really in thofe Territories. |