And at that fight shall fad Apollo weep :
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

Lord. Thou art a Lord, and nothing but a Lord:

Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
Than any woman in this waining age.

1 Man. And 'till the tears, that she hath shed for

thee,

Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face,
She was the fairest creature in the world,
And yet she is inferior to none.

Sly. Am I a Lord, and have I such a Lady?
Or do I dream? or have I dream'd 'till now ?
I do not sleep; I fee, I hear, I fpeak;
I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things:
Upon my life, I am a Lord, indeed;
And not a Tinker, nor Christophero Sly.
Well, bring our Lady hither to our fight,
And once again, a pot o'th' smallest ale.

2 Man. Will't please your Mightiness to wash your hands?

Oh, how we joy to fee your wits restor'd!
Oh, that once more you knew but what you are!
These fifteen years you have been in a dream,
Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept.
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.
For tho' you lay here in this goodly chamber,
Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door,
And rail'd upon the Hostess of the house;
And say, you would present her at the * Leet,
Because she bought stone-jugs, and no seal'd quarts;
Sometimes, you would call out for Cicely Hacket.
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
3 Man. Why, Sir, you know no house; nor no fuch

maid;

Nor no fuch men, as you have reckon'd up;

Leer,] At the Court lest, or courts of the manor.

As

As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell,
And twenty more fuch names and men as these,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

Sly. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends!
All. Amen.—

Sly. By th' Mass, I think I am a Lord indeed.
What is thy name ?

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.

[The fervant gives bim drink.

L

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 huf-

band?

My men should 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 must I call her ?
Lord. Madam.

Sly. Alce madam, or Joan madam?

Lord. Madam, and nothing else, so lords call la

[dies.

Sly. Come, fit down on my knee. Sim, drink to her. Madam wife, they say, that I have dream'd, and flept above some 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,
To pardon me yet for a night or two.
Or, if not fo, until the fun be fet;
For your Physicians have exprefly charg'd,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet absent me from your bed.
I hope, this reason stands for my excuse.

Sty. Ay, it stands so, 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.

SCENE VI.

Enter a Messenger.

Meff. Your Honour's Players, hearing your amend

ment,

Are come to play a pleasant Comedy;
For fo your Doctors hold it very meet,
Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood;
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play,
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment;
Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.

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. What, houfhold 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.

THE

THE

TAMING of the SHREW.

ACT I.

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SCENE L.

A Street in PADUA.

Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio.

LUCENTIO.

RANIO, fince for the great defire I had To fee fair Padua, nursery of arts, I am arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd With his good-will, and thy good company : Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all, Here let us breathe, and haply institute A course of learning, and * ingenious studies. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens, Gave me my Being; and my father first, A merchant of great traffick through the world : Vincentio's come of the Bentivoli,

-from fruitful Lombardy.] So Mr. Theobald. The former editions, instead of from, had for. *-ingenious) I rather

think it was written ingenuous studies, but of this and a thousand such observations there is little certainty.

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Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence,
It shall become to serve all hopes conceiv'd,
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
Virtue and that part of philofophy
Will I apply, that treats of happiness
By virtue specially to be atchiev'd.
Tell me thy mind, for I have Pisa left,
And am to Padua come, as he that leaves
A-shallow plash to plunge him in the deep,
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Tra. Me pardonato, gentle master mine,
I am in all affected as yourself:
Glad, that you thus continue your refolve,
To fuck the sweets of sweet philosophy:
Only, good master, while we do admire
This virtue, and this moral discipline,
Let's be no Stoicks, nor no stocks, I pray;
Or, so devote to Aristotle's checks,
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd.
Talk logick with acquaintance that you have,
And practice rhetorick in your common talk;
Musick and Poesy use to quicken you;
The Mathematicks, and the Metaphysicks,
Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you :
No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta'en :
In brief, Sir, study what you most affect.

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise;

If, Biondello, thou wert come afhore,
We could at once put us in readiness;
And take a lodging fit to entertain
Such friends, as time in Padua shall beget.
But stay a while, what company is this?

Tra. Master, fome shew to welcome us to town.

2 Sir Thomas Hanmer, and after him Dr. Warburton, read to virtue; but formerly ply and ap

ply were indifferently used, as to ply or apply his studies.

SCENE