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And at that sight shall sad 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 waning age.
FIRST SERV. And, till the tears, that she hath shed for thee,
Like envious floods o'er-run 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 Christopher Sly.
Well, bring our Lady hither to our sight;
And once again, a pot o'the smallest ale.
Sec. SERV. Will 't please your Mightiness to wash your
O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd !
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
Sly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly nap.
But did I never speak of all that time?
FIRST 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 presents her at the leet, *
Because she brought stone jugs and no sealdo quarts:
Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.
Sly. Ay; the woman's maid of the house.
THIRD SERV. Why, Sir, you know no house, nor no such
Nor no such men as you have reckon'd up,
As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps o'the Green,
And Peter Turph, and Henry Pimpernell;
And twenty more such names and men as these,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
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INDUC. Sly. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends !
Sc. II 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 ?
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 Lord: I am your goodman.
PAGE. My Husband and my Lord, my Lord and
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: so lords call ladies.
Sly. Madam Wife, they say that I have dream'd,
And slept about some fifteen year or 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'a,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet absent me from your
I hope this reason stands for my excuse.
Sly. Ay; it stands so that I may hardly tarry so long.
But I would be loth to fall into my dreams again : I will therefore tarry in despite of the flesh and the blood.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. 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 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 it. Is not a commonty
A Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick ?
Page. No, my good Lord; it is more pleasing stuff.
SLY. What, household stuff?
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.
SCENE I. Padua. A Public Place.
Enter LUCENTIO and his man TRANIO.
Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I had
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
I am arriv'd in 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,
My trusty servant, well approv'd in all;
Here let us breathe, and haply institute
A course of learning and ingenuous 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.
Lucentio 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,
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 stoics nor no stocks, I pray;
Or so devote to Aristotle's ethics
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd :
Balko 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 serves you :
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en:
In brief, Sir, study what you most affect.
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
If Biondello now were 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 awhile: what company is this?
TRA. Master, some show to welcome us to Town.
Enter BAPTISTA with his two Daughters, KATHARINA and
BIANCA, GREMIO (a Pantaloon“), and HORTENSIO,
Suitor to BIANCA. LUCENTIO and Tradio stand by.
Bap. Gentlemen, pray importune me no farther,
For how I firmly am resolv'd
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
Leave shall you have to court her at
have to court her at your pleasure.
GRE. [aside.] To cart her rather: she's too rough for ACT I me,
Sc. I There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife? KATH, I
pray you, Sir, is it your will To make a stalel of me amongst these mates ? Hor. Mates, Maid ! how mean you that? no mates for
Unless you were of gentler, milder mood.
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
your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.
Hor. From all such Devils, O good Lord, deliver us !
GRE. And me too, O 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 do I see
Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.
TRA. Well said, Master; mum! and gaze your fill.
BAP. Well, 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 !* it is 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 instruments 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 25
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. Content ye, Gentlemen; I am resolv'd:
Go in, Bianca :
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