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Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred fhun 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 abject lowly dreams. Look, how thy servants do attend on thee; Each in his office ready at thy beck. Wilt thou have mufick? hark, Apollo plays ; [Mufick. And twenty caged nightingales do fing. Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Softer and sweeter than the luftful 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 soar 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 breathed ftags ; ay, feeter 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 :
1 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 idle words,
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
Sly. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends !
Sly. By th' Mafs, 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 hin 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 hos band; I am your wife in all obedience. Sly. I know it well : what must I call her?
ord. Madam. Sly. Alce madam, or Yoan madam ? Lord. Madam, and nothing else, 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 lept above fome 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, To pardon me yet for a night or two: Or, if not so, until the sun be set; For your Physicians have exprefly 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 fo, that I 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
ment, re come to play a pleasant Comedy ; or fo your Doctors hold it very meet, eeing too much sadness hath congeald your blood; nd melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. 'herefore, they thought it good you hear a play, nd frame your mind to mirth and merriment; Vhich bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.
Sly. Marry, I will ; let them play ; is it not a Comlodity ? 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 ny fide, and let the world slip, we shall ne'er be lounger.
The TAMING of the SHREW.
A C T I.
SCENE, a Street in PADUA,
Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio.
LUCENT I O.
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
(6) I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,] Tho' all the In préstions concur in this, I take it to be a Blunder of the Editors, and not of the Author. Padua is not in Lombardı; but Pisa, from which Lucentio comes, is really in those Territories