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As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
Sly. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends!
Sly. By th’Mass, I think I am a Lord indeed.
Man. Sim, an't please your Honour.
Sly. Sim? that's as much as to say, Simeon or Simon; put forth thy hand and fill the pot.
The servant gives him drink.]
Í thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.
Lady. How fares my noble Lord ?
Sly. Marry, I fare well, for here is cheer enough.
Lady. Here noble Lord, what is thy will with her?
husband; I am your wife in all obedience.
Sly. I know it well: what must I call her ?
(dies. Sly. Come, sit down on my knee.' Sim, drink to her. Madam wife, they fay, that I have dream’d, and Nept above some fifteen years and more.
Lady. 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.- Sim, drink to her.
Lady. 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 expresly charg’d, In peril to incur your former malady, That I should yet abfent me from your bed. I hope, this reason stands for my excuse. Sly
. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long; but I would be loath to fall into my dream again : I will therefore tarry in despight of the flesh and the blood.
Mel. Your Honour's Players, hearing your' a
mendnient, Are come to play a pleasant comedy ; For fo your Doctors hold it very meet; Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd 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; is it not a Com. modity ? a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick ?
Lady. No, my good Lord, it is more pleasing stuff,
Sly. Well, we'll fee't; come, Madam wife, sit by my side, and let the world nip, we shall ne'er be younger,
Τ Η Ε
RANIO, since for the great desire I had
To fee fair Padua, nursery of arts,
The pleasant garden of great Italy;
' -- from fruitful Lombardy.) think it was written inzenuous So Mr. Theobald. The former studies, but of this and a thoueditions, instead of from, bad for. fand such observations there is ingenious.) I rather little certainty.
Lucentio his fon, brought up in Florence,
Tra. Me pardonato, gentle master mine,
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise ; If, Biondello, thou wert 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 a while, what company is this?
Tra. Mafter, some shew to welcome us to town.
2 Sir Thomas Hanmer, and af- ply were indifferently used, as to ter him Dr. Warburton, read to ply or apply his ftudies. virtue ; but formerly ply and ap.
Enter Baptista with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio
and Hortenfio. Lucentio and Tranio stand by.
Bap. Gentlemen both, importune me no farther, For how I firmly am resolv'd, you know; That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter, Before I have a husband for the elder ; If either of you both love Catharina, Because I know you well, and love you well, Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.
Gre. To cart her rather. -She's too rough for me. There, there, Hortenfio, will you any wife?
Caib. I pray you, Sir, is it your will
Hor. Mates, maid, how mean you that? no matęs
Unless you were of gentler, milder, mould,
Cath. I'faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear,
Hor, From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us.
Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said, Bianca, get you
in VOL. III.