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So work manly 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 waning age.

1 Serv. 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 see, I hear, I speak;
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 sight; And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale. 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash your

hands? [Servants present an ewer, bason, and O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd !

napkin. 0, 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 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words :For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door ; And rail upon the hostess of the house ; And say, you would present her at the leet, 2 Because she brought 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 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house,nor no such maid;
Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up,-
As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell;
And twenty more such 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. I thank thee ; thou shalt not lose by it.

Enter the Page, as a Lady, with Attendants.
Page. How fares my noble lord ?

[2] At the Court-leet, or courts of the manor.


Sly. Marry, I fare well ; for here is cheer enough. Where is my wife ?

Page. 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- e-lord; I am your good-man.

Page. 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. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam ?
Lord. Madam, and nothing else ; so lords call ladies.
Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream’d, and

Above some fifteen year and more.

Page. 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, undress you, and come now to-bed.

Page. 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 expressly 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.

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again ; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood.

Enter a Servant. Ser. Your honour's players, hearing your amendment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy, For so 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 not a commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling-trick ?

Page. No, my good lord ; it is more pleasing stuff.
Sly. What, household stuff?
Page. It is a kind of history.

Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit by my side, and let the world slip ; we shall ne'er be younger.

¡ They sit down.


SCENE I.-Padua. A public Place. Enter LUCENTIO and


TRANIO, since—for the great desire I had
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,-
I am arriv'd for 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 happily 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 traffic through the world,
Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.
Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence,
It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv'd, 3
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds :
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
Virtue, and that part of philosophy
Will I apply, that treats of happiness
By virtue 'specially to be achiev'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. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,
I am in all affected as yourself ;
Glad that you thus continue your resolve,
To suck 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 logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practise rhetoric in your commion talk:
[3] To fulfil the expectations of his friends. MALONE

2* VOL. III.


Music and poesy, use to quicken you ;
The mathematics, and the metaphysics,
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, l'ranio, well dost 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, some show, to welcome us to town.

HORTENSIO. Lucen 110 and TRANIO stand aside.
Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further,
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 Katharina,
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, Hortensio, will you any wife?

Kath. I pray you, sir, [70 BAP.) is it your will to make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor. Mates, maid ! how mean you that? no mates for

Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

Kath. 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 should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.

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

Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime toward; That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.

Luc. But in the other's silence I do see Maids' mild behaviour and sobriety. Peace, Tranio.

Tra. Well said, master ; mum ! and gaze your fill.

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
What I have said, ----Bianca, get you in :
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca ;

For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.

Kath. A pretty peat !5 'tis best
Put finger in the eye, an she knew why.

Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.
-Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe :
My books, and instruinents, shall be my company ;
On them to look, and practise by myself.
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak.

Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange 26
Sorry am I, that our good will effects
Bianca's grief.

Gre. Why will you mew her up,
Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue ?

Bap. Gentlemen, content ye ; I am resolv'd :-
Go in, Bianca.

[Exit BIANCA -And for I know, she taketh most delight In music, instruments, and poetry, Schoolniasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio, Or signior Gremio, you,-know any such, Prefer them hither; for to cunning men? I will be very kind, and liberal To mine own children in good bringing-up; And so farewell.--Katharina, you may stay ; For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit.

Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too, may I not ? What, shall i be appointed hours; as though, belike, I knew not what to take, and what to leave ? Ha! (Exit.

Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts are so good, here is none will hold you. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out ; our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell :-Yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father.

Hor. So will I, signior Gremio : But a word, I pray, Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both,

[5] Peat or pet is a word of endearment from perit, little, as if it meant pretty little thing. JOHNSON

[6] That is, so odd, so different from others in your conduct. JOHN . [7] Cunning had not yet lost its original signification of knowing, learned. as may be observed in the translation of the Bible. JOHNSON,

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