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Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd
SCENE II.-A Bedchamber in the Lord's House.
Sly is discovered in a rich night-gown, with Attendants;
some with apparel, others with bason, ewer, and other
appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed like a Servant. Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. i Sero. Will’t please your lordship drink a cup of 2 Sero. Will't please your honour taste of these con
serves ? 3 Sero. What raiment will your honour wear to-day?
Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me-honour, nor lordship: I never drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef:Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather. Lord, Heaven cease this idle humour in your ho
Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught: Here's
i Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn.
And banish hence these abject lowly dreams :
as swift As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. 2 Serr. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch thee
Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid ;
3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny wood;
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord :
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
i Seru And, till the tears that she hath shed for thee,
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 tiuker, nor Christophero Sly.Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale. 2 Serv. Willt please your mightiness to wash your
[Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. O, how we joy to see your wit restor’d ! O, 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 Sero. O, yes, my lord ; but very idle words :-
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up,
Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends!
Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants.
Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. Where is my wife?
Page. Here, noble lord ; What is thy will with her?
band? My men should call me-lord; I am your goodman. Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and hus
band; 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
slept 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;