Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face, Sır. Am I a lord? and have I fuch a lady? And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.- 2 SERV. Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands? [SERVANTS prefent an ewer, bafon, and napkin. O, how we joy to see your wit reftor'd! O, that once more you knew but what you are! I SERV. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words: And say, you would prefent her at the leet, [maid; 3 SERV. Why, fir, you know no house, nor no fuch Nor no fuch men, as you have reckon'd up,— And twenty more fuch names and men as these, Which never were, nor no man ever faw. Str. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends! ALL. Amen. Str. I thank thee; thou shalt not lofe by it. Enter the PAGE, as a lady, with Attendants. PAGE. How fares my noble lord? Str. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. Where is my wife? PAGE. Here, noble lord; What is thy will with her? Sır. Are you my wife, and will not call me-husband? My men should call me-lord; I am your goodman. PAGE. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband; I am your wife in all obedience. Sur. I know it well:-What muft I call her? Sır. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam ? LORD. Madam, and nothing else; fo lords call ladies. Sır. Madam wife, they say, that I have dream'd, and slept Above fome fifteen year and more. PACE. Ay, and the time feems thirty unto me; Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. Sır. 'Tis much;-Servants, leave me and her alone. Madam, undrefs you, and come now to bed. PAGE. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you, To pardon me yet for a night or two ; bed: Sır. Ay, it stands fo, that I may hardly tarry fo long. But I would be loth to fall into my dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood. Enter a SERVANT. SERV. Your honour's players, hearing your amendment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy,' For fo your doctors hold it very meet; Seeing too much fadness hath congeal'd your blood, Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, SLr. Marry, I will; let them play it: Is not a com- PAGE. It is a kind of history. Sır. Well, we'll fee't: Come, madam wife, sit by my fide, and let the world flip; we shall ne'er be younger. [They fit down, ACT I. SCENE I. Padua. A public Place. Luc. Tranio, fince-for the great defire I had I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy, And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd A merchant of great traffick through the world, Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence, As Ovid be an outcaft quite abjur'd: Talk logick with acquaintance that you have, And practice rhetorick in your common talk; Mufick and poefy ufe, to quicken you; The mathematicks, and the metaphyficks, your ftomach ferves you: No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta’en ;— In brief, fir, 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 ; Such friends as time in Padua fhall beget. TRA. Mafter, fome fhow, to welcome us to town. If either of you both love Katharina, Because I know you well, and love you well, Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. KATH. I pray you, fir, [To BAP.] is it your will To make a ftale of me amongst these mates? HOR. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you, Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. KATH. I'faith, fir, you shall never need to fear; I wis, it is not half way to her heart : But, if it were, doubt not, her care fhould be HOR. From all fuch devils, good Lord, deliver us! TRA. Hush, mafter! here is fome good paftime to ward; That wench is ftark mad, or wonderful froward, Luc. But in the other's filence I do fee Maids' mild behaviour and fobriety. Peace, Tranio. TRA. Well faid, mafter; mum! and gaze your fill. |