Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.
Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks will foar:
Above the morning-lark. Or wilt thou hunt ?
Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,
And fetch fhrill echoes from the hollow earth.

1 Man. Say thou wilt course, thy greyhounds are as As breathed stags; ay, fleeter than the roe. [swift

2 Man. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch thee
Adonis, painted by a running brook; [itraight
And Cytherea all in fedges hid;
Which seem to move, and wanton with her breath,
Ev'n as the waving fedges play with wind.

Lord. We'll shew thee Io, as she was a maid,
And how she was beguiled and surpris’d,
As lively painted as the dead was done.

3 Man. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
Scratching her legs, that one shall swear the bleeds :
And at that fight thall 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-run her lovely face,
She was the faireft creature in the world,
And yet she is inferior to none.

Sly. Am I Lord, and have I such a Lady ?
Or do I dream or have I dreamed till now?
I do not sleep; I fee, I hear, I speak;
I smell sweet favours, 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 sight,
And once again a pot o' th’ smallest ale.

2 Man. Will’t please your Mightiness to wash your
Oh, how we joy to see your wits restor’d! [hands?
Oh, that once inore you knew but what you are !
These fifteen years you have been in a dream,
Or, when you wak’d, you wak'd as if you slept.

Sly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly nap: But did I never fpeak of all that time? 1 Man. Oh, yes, my Lord, but very idle words.

For

For though 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 prefent her at the leet, Because she bought ftone-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
Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up; [maid,
As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turf, and Henery Pimpernell,
And twenty more such cames 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 say Simeon or Simon; put forth thy hand and fill the pot.

[The servant gives hin drink. SCENE V. 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 husband ? My men should call me Lord, I am your good-mah.

Lady. My husband and my lord, my lord and husI am your wife in all obedience.

[band; 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 Ladies. Sly. Come, sit down on my knee. Sim, drink to her. Madam wife, they say 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. 'Tis much. Servants, leave me and her alone.

Madam,

Madam, undrefs y you, and come now to bed. Sim, drink to her.

Lady. Thrice-noble. Lord, let me intreat of you, To pardon me yet for a night or two: Or, if not fo, untibthe fun be set ;For your physicians have expressly charge’d, "."$9. In peril to incur your former malady, That I thould yet absent me from your bed; I hope this reason Aands for my excuse.

Sly. Ay, it stands fo, that I may hardly tarry so long; but I would be loth to fall into my dream again. 1 will therefore tarry in despight of the feth and the blood.

SCENÉ VI. Enter a Mefjenger.
Mel. Your Honour's players, hearing your amenda

ment,
Are come to play a pleasant comedy ;
For so your Doctors hold it very meet,
Seeing too much sadness hath congeald 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 commodity? a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick?

Lady. No, my good Lord, it is more pleasing stuff,
Sly. What, houthold-Ituff?
Lady. It is a kind of history..

Sly. Well, we'll fee't : come, Madam wife, fit by niy fide, and let the world flip, we fall ne'er be younger

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A Breet in Padua. Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio. Luc.T. Ranio, since for the great defire I had

To see 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, weil approv'd' in all,
Here let us breathe, and haply institute
A course of learning, and ingenious studies.
Pifa, renowned for grave citizens,
Gave me my being; and my father first,
A merchant of great traffic through the world:
Vincentio's come of the Bentivolii,
Vincentio his son, 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,
To virtue and that part of philosophy
Will I apply, that treats of happinels.
By virtue specially to be atchiev'd.
Tell me my inind, 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 fatiety seeks to quench his thirit.

Tra. Me pardonato, gentle master mine,
I am in all affected as yourself:
Glad that you thus continue your resolve,
To fuck the sweets of sweet philosophy :
Only, good maiter, while we do admire
This virtue, and this meral discipline,
Let's be no Stoics, nor no stocks, I pray ;
Or lo devote to Aristotle's checks,

As

As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur’d.
Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practise rhetoric in your common talk;
Music and poesy use to quicken you;
The mathematics, and the metaphysics,
Fall to-them, as you find your stomach ferves you.
No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta’en :
In brief, Sir, study what you most affeét.

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise;
If Biondello, thou wert come ashore,
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 show to welcome us to town.

SC Ε Ν Ε II. Enter Baptista, with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio

and Hortensio. Lucentio, and Tranio stand by. Bap. Gentlemen both, importune me no farther, For how I firmly am resolv’d, you know ; That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter, Before I have a husband for the elder: If either of you both love Catharina, Because I know you well, and love you well, Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.

Gre. To cart her rather.--She's too rough for me: There, there, Hortenfio, will you any wife? Cath. I pray you, Sir, is it your

will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ?

Hor. Mates, maid, how mean you that? no mates

for you;

Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

Cath. I'faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear,
I wis, it is not half way to her heart :
But if it were, doubt not, her care shall be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and ufe you like a fool.

Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us.
Gre. And me too, good Lord.

Tra.