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Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, .
Lord. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid; .
3 Serv. Or, Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord.
1 Serv. 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 dreamed till now? I do not sleep; I see, I hear, I speak; I smell sweet savors, and I feel soft things :Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed; i And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.Well, bring our lady bither to our sight; And once again,' a pot o'the smallest ale. 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands?
[Servants present a ewer, basin, and napkin. 0, how we joy to see your wit restored! 0, that once more you knew but what you are ! These fifteen years you have been in a dream; Or, when you waked, so waked as if you slept.
Sly. These fifteen years! By my fay, a goodly nap. But did I never speak of all that time?
1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words.-
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no such maid, Nor no such men as you have reckoned up, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell; And twenty more such names and men as these, Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
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 ?
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 husband. I am your wife in all obedience.
Sly. I know it well. — What must I call her ?
Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dreamed and slept Above some fifteen year and more..
Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me; Being all this time abandoned 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
Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood.
Enter a Servant. Serv. Your honor'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 congealed 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 gambol, or a tumbling trick ?
Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff.
Sly. What, household stuff?
Sly. Well, we'll see't. Come, madam wife, sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er be younger.
[They sit down.
Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.
Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,
Balke logic with acquaintance that you have,
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town.
TENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand aside.
Gre. To cart her rather; she's too rough for me.
Kath. I pray you, sir, [To BAP.] is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for
Kath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord deliver us !
Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime toward; That Wench is stark mad or wonderful froward.
Luc. But in the other's silence I do see
Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said, - Bianca, get you in :
Mates, maid me amenco Bap. wife?
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca; .
Kath. A pretty peat ! 'tis best
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.
Gre. Why, will you mew her up,
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved.-
[Erit BIANCA. And for I know she taketh most delight In music, instruments, and poetry, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth. — If you, Hortensio, Or, seignior Gremio, you, know any such, Prefer them hither; for to cunning men I will be very kind, and liberal To mine own children in good bringing up; And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay; For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Erit.
Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too, may I not? What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike, I knew not what to take and what to leave? Ha! [Exit.
Gre. You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so good, here is none will hold you. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father.
Hor. So will I, seignior Gremio: but a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love, - to labor and effect one thing 'specially.
Gre. What's that, I pray?