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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 abject 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 Neep? we'll have thee to a couch, Softer and sweeter than the luftful bed On purpose trimnm'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 haft 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 breathed ftags ; ay, Aeeter than the roe. 4,2 Man. Doft thou love pictures ? we will fetch thee
Lord. We'll'shew thee To, as fhe 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 ?
Śly. 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' Mass, I think I am a Lord indeed.
Man my wife?
Man. Sim, an't please your Honour.
Sly. Sim ? that's as much as to say, Simeon or Simor; put forth thy hand and fill the pot.
[The fervant gives bim 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
Lady. Here, noble Lord, what is thy will with her ?
Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me hufband ? My men nould call me lord, I am your good
Lady. My husband and my lord, my Lord and has band; I am your wife in all obedience. Sly. I know it well: what must I call her? Lord. 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 slept above some fifteen years and more.
Lady. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.
Sly, 'T'is 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 so, that I may hardly tarry so 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.
Mel. Your Honour's Players, hearing your amend
Sly. Marry, I will ; let them play; is it not a Com. : modity ? 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 hall ne'er be younger.
The TAMING of
C T I.
SCENE, a Street in PADUA,
The pleasant garden of great Italy;
And, by my father's love and leave, am
(6) I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy,] Tho' all the Im. pressions concur in this, I take it to be a Blunder of the Edi. tors, and not of the Author. Padua is not in Lombardy ; but Pifa, from which Lucentio comes, is really in those Territories.