And at that fight fhall fad Apollo weep: So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Than any woman in this waining age. 1 Man. And 'till the tears, that fhe hath fhed for thee, Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face, Sly. Am I a Lord, and have I fuch a Lady? 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! 1 Man. Oh, yes, my Lord, but very idle words. And say, you would prefent her at the * Leet, 3 Man. Why, Sir, you know no house; nor no fuch maid; Nor no fuch men, as you have reckon❜d up; Leet,] At the Court leet, or courts of the manor. As As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, And twenty more fuch names and men as these, Sly. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends! Sly. By th' Mafs, I think I am a Lord indeed. 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. SCENE v. Enter Lady, with attendants. I thank thee;-thou shalt not lose by it. 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 hufband? My men fhould 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 muft I call her? Lord. Madam. Sly. Alce madam, or Joan madam? Lord. Madam, and nothing elfe, fo lords call la [dies. Sly. Come, fit down on my knee. Sim, drink to her. Madam wife, they fay, 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, undrefs you, and come now to bed-Sim, drink to her. Lady. Thrice-noble Lord, let me entreat of you, Sly. Ay, it ftands fo, that I may hardly tarry fo long; but I would be loath to fall into my dream again : I will therefore tarry in defpight of the flesh and the blood. SCENE VI. Enter a Messenger. Mell. 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 fadnefs hath congeal'd your blood; Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, 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 ftuff? 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 fhall ne'er be younger. THE THE TAMING of the SHREW. ACT I. SCENE L T A Street in PADUA. Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio. LUCENTIO. RANIO, fince for the great defire I had And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd Gave me my Being; and my father firft, A merchant of great traffick through the world: -from fruitful Lombardy.] So Mr. Theobald. The former editions, instead of from, had for. ingenious] I rather think it was written ingenuous ftudies, but of this and a thoufand fuch obfervations there is little certainty. Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence, Glad, that you thus continue your refolve, Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise; We could at once put us in readiness; And take a lodging fit to entertain Such friends, as time in Padua fhall beget. Tra. Mafter, fome fhew 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 ftudies. SCENE |