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Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred fhun your house,
As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
Oh, noble Lord, bethink thee of thy birth,
Wilt thou have mufick? hark, Apollo plays; [Mufick.
Or wilt thou fleep? we'll have thee to a couch,
Say, thou wilt walk, we will beftrow the ground:
1 Man. Say, thou wilt courfe, thy greyhounds are as fwift
As breathed flags; ay, fleeter than the roe.
2 Man. Doft thou love pictures? we will fetch thee ftrait
Adonis, painted by a running brook;
And Citherea all in fedges hid;
Which feem to move, and wanton with her breath,
Ev'n as the waving fedges play with wind.
Lord. We'll fhew thee Io, as fhe was a maid, And how fhe was beguiled and furpris'd,
As lively painted as the deed was done.
3 Man. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood, Scratching her legs, that one fhall fwear the bleeds: 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 she hath fhed for
Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face,
She was the fairest creature in the world,
And yet fhe is inferior to none.
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.
3 Man. Why, Sir, you know no house; nor no fuch maid;
Nor no fuch men, as you have reckon'd up;
And twenty more fuch names and men as these,
Sly. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends!
Sly. By th' Maís, 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.
I thank thee;
[The fervant gives him drink.
Enter Lady, with Attendants.
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 hufband? My men should call me lord, I am your good
Lady. My husband and my lord, my Lord and hufband;
I am your wife in all obedience.
Sly. I know it well: what muft I call her?
Sly. Alce madam, or Joan madam ?
Lord. Madam, and nothing else, fo lords call ladies. Sly. Come, fit down on my knee. Sim, drink to her. Madam wife, they fay, that I have dream'd, and flept above fome 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,
For your Phyficians have exprefly charg'd,
bed; I hope, this reason ftands for my excuse.
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
Enter a Messenger.
Me. Your Honour's Players, hearing your amendment,
Are come to play a pleafant 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,
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
The TAMING of the SHREW.
SCENE, a Street in PA DUA.
Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio.
Rranio, fince for the great defire I had
And, by my father's love and leave, am
With his good-will, and thy good company:
Gave me my Being; and my father firft,
A merchant of great traffick through the world:
Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence,
(6) I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,] Tho' all the Impreffions concur in this, I take it to be a Blunder of the Editors, and not of the Author. Padua is not in Lombardy; but Pisa, from which Lucentio comes, is really in those Territories.