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Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred shun your houfe,
As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
Wilt thou have mufick? hark, Apollo plays; [Mufick.
Or wilt thou fleep? we'll have thee to a couch,
1 Man. Say, thou wilt courfe, thy greyhounds are as swift
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;
Which feem to move, and wanton with her breath,
Lord. We'll fhew thee lo, as fhe was a maid,
3 Man. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord:
1 Man. And 'till the tears, that he hath fhed for
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
Oh, how we joy to fee your wits restor❜d!
Sly. Thefe fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap: But did I never speak of all that time?
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. What is thy name ?
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 him drink.
Enter Lady, with Attendants.
I thank thee;
Sly. Marry, I fare well, for here is cheer enough.'
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
Lady. My husband and my lord, my Lord and hufband;
I am your wife in all obedience.
Sly. I know it well: what must 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 slept 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,
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.
Enter a Messenger.
Me. Your Honour's Players, hearing your amend-
Are come to play a pleasant Comedy;
Sly. Marry, I will; let them play; is it not a Commodity? a Chriftmas gambol, or a tumbling trick? Lady. No, my good Lord, it is more pleasing stuff. Sly. What, houshold stuff?
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 younger.
The TAMING of the SHREW.
SCENE, a Street in PA DUA.
Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio.
Rranio, fince for the great defire I had To fee fair Padua, nursery of arts, I am arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy, (6) The pleafant garden of great Italy; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd With his good-will, and thy good company: Moft trufty fervant, well approv'd in all, Here let us breathe, and haply inftitute A course of learning, and ingenious studies. Pifa, renowned for grave citizens, Gave me my Being; and my father firft, A merchant of great traffick through the world: Vincentio's come of the Bentivolii, 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 Pifa, from which Lucentio comes, is really in those Territories.