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Gent. Marry, as I take it, i Rousillon;

Count. Tis past, my liege ; Whither I am going.

And I beseech your majesty to make it Hel. I do beseech you, Sir,

Natural rébellion, done i' the blaze of youth ;
Since you are like to see the king before me, Wheu oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,
Commend the paper to his gracious hand;

O'erbears it, and burns on.
Which, I presunie, shall render you no blame, King. My honour'd lady, -
But rather inake you thank your pains for it: I have forgiven and forgotten all;
I will come after you, with what good speed Though my revenges were high bent upon him,
Our means will make us means.

And watch'd the time to shoot.
Gent. This I'll do for you.

Laf. This I must say; -
Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well. But first I beg my pardon,-The young lord
thank'd,

Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady,
Whate'er falls more.-We must to horse again; Offence of nighty note : but to himself
Go, go, provide.

(Ereunt. The greatest wrong of all: he lost a wife,

Whose beauty did astonish the survey
SCENE 11.-Rousillon.-The inner Court of the Or richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive;
COUNTESS's Palace,

Whose dear perfection, hearts that scoru'd to serve,

Humbly cali'd mistress.
Enter Clown and PAROLLES.

King: Praising what is lost,
Par. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu Makes the remembrance dear.-Well, call him
this letter: I have ere now, Sir, been better known

hither ;to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher We are reconciled, and the first view shall kill clothes; but I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's All repetition + :- Let him not ask our pardon; moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong dis- The nature of his great offence is dead, pleasure.

And deeper than oblivion do we bury C'lo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is bot sluttish, if | The incensing relics of it: let him approach, it smells so strong as thou speak'st of: I will hence. A stranger, no otfender; and inform him, forth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Pr'ythee, So 'tis our will he should. allow the wind.

Gint. I shall, my liege. [Erit Gentleman. Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, Sir; I King. What says he to your daughter? Have you spake but hy a metaphor.

spoke? Clo. ludeed, Sir, if your metaphor stink, I will Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highstop my nose; or against any inan's metaphor. Prythee, get thee further.

King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters Par. Pray you, Sir, deliver me this

paper.

sent me. Clo. Foh, pr’ythee, stand away ; a paper from that set him high in fame. fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he comes himself.

Enter BERTRAM.

Laf. He looks well on't.
Enter LaFkr.

King. I am not a day of season 1,
Here is a pur of fortune's, Sir, or of fortune's cat, For thou may'st see a sun-shine and a hail
(but not a musk-cat,) that has fallen into the unclean In me at once : but to the highest beams
fish pond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth,
muddied withal : pray you, Sir, use the carp as you The time is far again.
may : for he looks like a poor, tlecay'd, ingenious, Ber. My high-repented blames j,
foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in Dear sovereim, pardon to me.
my smiles of comfort, and leave him to your lord. King. All is whole;
ship.

[Erit Clown. Not one word more of the consumed time. Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath Let's take the instant by the forward top ; cruelly scratch'd.

For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees Laj. And what would you have me to do? Tis The inaudible and noiseless foot of time too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you Steals ere we can effect them: you remember play'd the knave with fortune, that she should The daughter of this lord ? scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and Ber. Admiringly, my liege : at first would not have knaves thrive long under her? | I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart There's a quart d'cou for you : let the justices make Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue : you and fortune friends; I am for other business. Where the impression of mine eye infixing,

Par. I beseech your' honour, to hear me one Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me, single word.

Which, warp'd the line of every other favour; Laj: You beg a single penny more : come, you Scoru'd a fair colour, or express'd il stolen; shall ha't ; save your word.

Extended or contracted all proportions, Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. To a most aideous object : thence it came,

Laf. You be more than one word then.-Cox' That she whom all meu praised, and whom myself, my passion ! Give me your hand :—How does your Since I have lost, have loved, was in mine eye drum 3

The dust that did offend it. Par. O my good lord, you were the first that King Well excused : found ine.

That thou didst love her, strikes sone scores away Laf. Was 1, in sooth? And I was the first that lost for the great compt: but love, that comes too late, thee.

Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some To the great sender turns a sour offence, grace, for you did bring me out.

Crying, that's good that's gone : our rash faults Laf. Out upon thee, knave! Dost thou put upon Make trivial price of serious things we have, me at once both the office of God and the devil? Not knowing them, until we know their grave : One brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee Oit our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, out. [Trumpets sound.) The king's coming, I know Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust: by his trampets.-Sirrah, inquire further after me; Our own love waking cries to see what's done, l'had talk of you last night: though you are a fool While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. and a knave, you shall eat; go to, follow.

Be this sweet llelen's knell, and now forget her. Par. I praise God for you.

[Ereunt. Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin:

The main consents are had ; and here we'll stay SCENE III.-The same.- A Room in the COUNTESS's To see our widower's second inarriage day. Palace.

Count. Which better than the first, o dear hea-
Flourish.-Enter King, COUNTESS, LAFRU, LORDS, Or, ere they meet, in me, 0 nature, cease !

GENTLEMEN, Guards, &c.
King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteemt • So in As you like it :-' to have seen much and
Was made much poorer by it: but your son, to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor
As mad in tolly, lack'd the sense to know

hands. Her estimation home.

+ i. e. The first interview shall put an end to all

recollection of the past. You need not ask here it is."

i. e. Of uninterrapted rain.' Keckoning or estimate.

Faults repented of to the utmost.

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Laf. Come on, my son, in whom my house's name O king; in you it best lies : otherwise a seducer for
Musi be digested, give a favour from you,

rishes, and a poor maid is undone.
To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,

Diana Capulet.
That she may quickly come. -By iny old beard, Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and
And every hair that's on't, Helen that's dead, toll him ; for thuis, l'Il none of huin.
Was a sweet creatme; such a ring as this,

King. The heavens have thought well on thee,
The last that e'er I took her leave at court,

Lateu,
I saw upon her finger.

To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these suitors :bir. Hers it was not.

Go, speedily, and bring again the count.
hing. Now, pray you, let me see it ; for mine eye,

(Eirunt Gentleman, and some Altendants.
While I was speaking, ott was lasten'i to'l.- I am afeard, the lite ot' Helen, lady,
This ring was nie; and, when I gave it Helen, Was foully snatch'd.
I tade her, it her tortunes ever stood

Count. Now, justice on the doers !
Necessitied to help, that by this token
I would relieve hier: Had you that craft, to reave

Enter BERTRAN, guarded.
her

King. I wonder, Sir, since wives are monsters to 01 what should stead her niost?

you, Rer. My gracious sovereign,

And thai you fly them as you swear them lordship,
Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,

you desire to marry:- What woman's that!
The ring was never her's.
(ouwt. Son, on my life,

lie-enter GENTLEMAN, with Widow and Diana. I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it

Diu. I am, my lord, a wretched Fiorentine,
Al her lile's rate.

Derived from the ancient Capulet;
Lai I am sure, I saw her wear it.

My swil, as I do understand, you know,
Bir You are decerred, my lord, she never saw it; And therefore know how far I may be pilied.
In Fiorence was it fronu a casement thrown me, wird. I am her mother, Sır, whose age and honour
Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name Both suffer under this complaint we bring,
O, her that threw it : noble she was, and thought And both shall cease +, without your remedy.
I stood ingaged: but when I had subscribed

King. Come hither, count; do you know these
To mine own tortine, and informi'd her fully,

women?
I could not answer in that course ot honour

Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny
A she had made the overture, she ceased

But that I know them: do they charge me fuither!
In healy satisfaction, and would never

Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wilet Receive the ring again.

Ber. She's none oi mine, my lord.
hing. Pulus museif,

Dia. If you shall marry,
That knows the tinct and multiplying medicinet, You give away this hand, and that is mine;
Hath not in nature's mystery more science,

You give away heaven's cows, and those are mine
Ihan I have in this ring : (was mine, 'luas Helen's, You give away mysell, which is known mine ;
Whoever gave it you : then, it you know

For I by vow avı so embodied yours,
That you are well acquainted with yourselli, That she, which marties you, must marry me,
Contess '! Was bers, and by what rough-enforcement Either both, or none.
You got it from her : she cali'd the saints to surety, Luf. Your reputation (7o Bertram coxies no
That she would never put it from her finger, short for my daughter, you are no husband for her.
Unless she gave it to yourselt in bed

Ber. My lord, inis is a fond und desperate crea (Where you have never coine), or sent it us

ture, Upon her great disaster.

Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your
Ber. She never saw it.

highness
King. Thou speak’st it falsely, as I love mine ho- Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour,
nour :

Than for to think that I would sink it litre.
And make-l conjectural fears to come into me, King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them i!! to
Which I would rain shut out: if it should prove

friend,
That thou art so inhuman,-'twill not prove so :- Till your deeris gain them : Fairer prove your hom
And yet I know not :-Thou didsi hate her deadly,

nour,
And she is dead; which nothing, but to close Than in my thought it lies !
Her eyes mysell, could win me to believe,

Dia. Good my lord,
More ihan to see this ring.-Take him away.- Ask him upon his oath, if he does think

[liuurds seize Bertram. He had not my virginity.
My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,

King. Whai say'st thou to her?
Shall tax my tears of little vanity,

Ber. She's impudent, my lord :
Having rainly fear'd too little.- Away with him ;- And was a common gamester to the capi.
We'll sitt this matter further.

Dia. He does nie wrong, my lord ; il I were so,
Ber. It you shall prove

He might have bought me at a common price:
This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy

Do not believe hum: 0, behold this ring,
Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, Whose high respect, and rich validity ),
Where yet she never was,

Did lack a parallel; yet, for all thal,
įErit Bertram guarded. He gave it to a commoner o' the camp,

If I be one.
Enter a GENTLEMAN.

Count. He blushes, and 'tis it :
King. I ani wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.

Of six preceding ancestors, that gem
Gent. Gracious sovereign,

Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue,
Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; Hath it been owed, and worn. This is his wife ;
Here's a petition from a Fiorentine,

That ring's a thousand proofs.
Who hath, for four or tive removes i, come short King. Methought, you said,
To tender it herself. I undertook it,

You saw one here in court could witness it.
Vanquish'd thereto by the tair grace and speech Dia. I did, my lord, but loath ain to produce
Of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know,

So bad an instrument ; his name's Parolles.
Is here attending : her business looks in her

Luj. I saw the man to-day, it man be be.
With an importing visage ; and she told me,

King. Find him, and bring him hither.
In a sweet verlal briet, it did concern

Ber. Wbat of him?
Your highness with herself.

He's quoted il for a most perfidious slave,
King. (Reads.)—Upon his many protestations to With all the spots o'the world tax'd and debosh'df;
marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, whose nature sickens, bui to speak a truth :
he won me. Noor is the count Rousillon a widower ; Am I or that, or this, for whai he'll utter,
his rows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid That will speak any thing?
to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leare, and King. She hath that ring of yours.
I jollow him to his country for justice : Grant it me, Ber. I think, she has : certain it is, I liker her,

And boarded her i' the wanton way of youth;
• In sense of unengaged.
+ The Philosopher's stone.

• Pay toll for him.

+ Decease, die. i That you have the proper consciousness of your Gamester when applied to a female, then meant own artions,

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She knew her distance, and did angle for we, Laf. This woman's an easy glove, wy lord; she Madding iny eagerness with her restraint,

goes off and on at pleasure, As all impediments in fancy's course

King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,

Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I know. Her insuit coming with her modern grace,

King. Take her away, I do not like her now; Subdued me to her rate : she got the ring;

To prison with her: and away with him.-And I had that, which any interior might

Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this ring, At market-price have bought.

Thou diest within this hour. Dia. I must be patient;

Dia. I'll never tell you. You, that turu'd off a first so noble wife,

King. Take her away. May justly diet me. I pray you yet,

Dia. I'll put in bail, my liege. Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband.) King. I think thee now some common customer, Send for your ring, I will return it howe,

Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you. And give me mine again.

King. Wherefore hast thou accused him all this Ber. I have it not.

while King. What ring was yours, I pray you !

Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty ; Dia. Sir, much like

He knows, I am no maid, and he'll swear to'l : The same upon your finger.

I'll swear' I am a maid, and he knows not. King. Know you this ring! This ring was his of Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life ; late,

I am either maid, or else this old

man's wife. Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed.

(Pointing to Laser. King. The story then goes false, you threw it King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with him fime cogitare 434.1

her. Out of a casement.

Dia. Good mother-fetch my bail.–Stay, royal Dia. I have spoke the truth.

Sir;

(Exit Widow. hard Enter PAROLLES.

The jeweller, that owes the ring is sent for,

And he shall surety me. But for this lord, Ber. My lord, I do confess, the ring was hers. Who hath abused me, as he knows himself, King. You boggle shrewdly, every leather starts Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him : you.

He knows himself, my bed he hath defiled; Is this the man you speak of?

And at that time he got his wife with child : Dia. Ay, my lord.

Dead though she be, she feels lier young one kick; King. Tell me, sirrah, but, tell me true, I charge so there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick: you,

And now behold the meaning. Not fearing the displeasure of your master, (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,)

Re-enter Widow with HELENA. By him, and by this woman here, what know you ! King. Is there no exorcist

Par. So please your majesty, my master hath Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes ! been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath had Is't real, that I see? in him, which gentlemen have.

Hel. No, my good lord ; King. Come, come, to the purpose: Did he love 'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see, this woman

The name, and not the thing. Par. 'Faith, Sir, he did love her; but how? Ber. Both, both; 0, pardon ! hogy King. How, I pray you?

Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid, Par. He did love her, Sir, as a gentleman loves I found you wond'rous kind. There is your ring,

And, look you, here's your letter; this it says, King. How is that?

When from my finger you can get this ring, Par. He loved her, Sir, and loved her not. And are by me with child, &c.---This is done :

King. As thou art a knave, and no knave:-What Will you be mine, now you are doubly won ? an equivocal companion is this?

Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's

clearly, command.

I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, orator.

Deadly divorce step between me and you k Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage ? 0, my dear mother, do I see you living? Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak.

Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon : King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st?|--Good Tom Drum, (To Parolles. lend me a handPar. Yes, so please your majesty ; I did go be- kerchief: so, I thank thee; wait on me home, I'll tween them, as I said; but more than that, he loved make sport with thee: let thy courtesies alone, they her;-for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talk'a are scurvy ones. of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I know King. Let us from point to point this story know, not what: yet I was in that credit with thein at To make the even truth in pleasure flow :that time, that I knew of their going to bed ; and If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped Aower, of other motions as promising her marriage, and

[To Diana. things that would derive me ill will to speak of, Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower ; therefore I will not speak what I know.

For I can guess, that, by the honest aid, King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.-canst say they are married : but thou art too fine of that, and all the progress, more and less, in thy evidence; therefore stand aside.

Resolvedly more leisure shall express : This ring, you say was yours?

All yet seems well ; and, if it end so meet, Dia. Ay, my good lord.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. King. Where did you buy it? Or who gave it you?

(Flourish. Dia, It was not given me, nor I did not buy it.

Advancing. King. Who lent it you?

The king's a beggar, now the play is done : Dia. It was not lent me, neither.

All is well ended, if this suit be uon, King. Where did you find it then?

That you erpress content, which we will pay, Dia. I found it not.

With strife to please you, day exceeding aay: King. If it were yours by none of all thue ways, Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts , How could you give it him

Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. Dia. I never gave it him,

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TAMING OF THE SHREW.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

A LORD.

CHARACTERS IN THE INDI'CTION CARISTOPHER Sly, a drunken Tinker. Persons in to the original Play of The Taming of a Shrer, Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and the Induc

entered on the Stationers' books in 1594, ald other Servants attending on the Lord. Stion.

printed in quarto in 1697. Bartista, a rich Gentleman of Padua.

| A Lord, &c.

A Tapster.
VINCENTIO, an old Gentleman of Pisa.

SLY.

| Page, Players, Huntsmen, &e.
LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca.
PETRUCHIO, a Gentleman of Verona, a suitor to

PERSONS REPRESENTED.
Katharina.

ALPHONSUS, a Merchant of Athens.
GREMIO,
Suitors to Bianca.

JEROBEL, Duke of Cestus.
HORTENSIO,

AURELIUS, bis Son, Suitors to the Daughters of
TRANIO, Servants to Lucentio.

FERANDO,
BIONDELLO,

| POLIDOR,

Alphonsus.
GRUMIO,
Servants to Petruchio.

VALERIA, Servant to Aurelius.
CURTIS,

SANDER, Servant to Ferando.
Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentiv. PHYLOTUS, a Merchant who personates the Duke
KATHARINA, the Shrew;

Daughters to Baptista.

KATE,
BIANCA, her Sister,

EMELIA,

Daughters to Alphonsus.
WIDOW.

PHYLEMA,
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants to Ferando and
.

Alphonsus. Scene, sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in Pe. Scene, Athens; and sometimes Perando's Country truchio's house in the Country.

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INDUCTION.

But sup them well, and look unto them all;

To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
STENE 1.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath.

1 Hun. I will, my lord.
Enter Hostess and SLY.

Lord. What's here? One dead, or drunk ! See,

doth he breathe ? Sly. I'll pheese* you, in faith.

2 Hun. He breathes, my lord :-Were he not Iost. A pair of stocks, you rogue !

warm'd with ale, Sly. Yare a baggage; the Slies are no rogues; This were a bed but cold to sleep so sounaly: look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard

Lord. O monstrous beast ! How like a swine he Conqueror. Therefore, paucus pallubris t, let the

lies!
world slide: Sessa 1!
Host, You will not pay for the glasses you have Srim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!

Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.-
Sly. No, not a denier :-Go by, says Jeronimy :- Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings pui upon his fingers,

What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
Go to thy cold bed, and warm theel.

A most delicious banquet by his bed,
Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the

And brave attendants near him when he wakes, thirdborough

{Erit. Would not the beggar then forget himself i Sly. Third, or fourtlı, or fifth borough, l'il an.

1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot swer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy ; let

choose. him come, and kindly.

2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he (Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep.

waked,

Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worth-less Wind Horns.- Enter a Lord from hunting, with

fancy. Huntsmen and Servants.

Then take him up, and manage well the jest
Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,
hounds:

And hang it round with all my wanton pictures :
Brach & Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd **, Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters,
And couple Clouder with the deep-mouth'd brach, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet :
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good Procure me music ready when he wakes,
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?

To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
i Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; And, with a low submissive reverence,
He cried upon it at the merest loss,

Say,-What is it your honour will command !
And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent : Let one attend him with a silver bason,
Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with powers;
Lord. Thou art a foul; if Echo were as fleet, Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper*,

And say,-Will't please your lordship cool your Beat or knock. + Few words.

hands? Be quiet.

Broke.

Some one be ready with a costly suit,
i This line and the scrap of Spanish is used in And ask him what apparel he will wear;
burlesque from an old play called Hieronymo, or Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
the Spanish Tragedy.
Bitch,
• Strained,

• Napkin,

And that his lady mourns at his disease :

I'll in to counsel them : haply, my presence
Persuade him, that he hath been lunatic ;

May well abate the over-merry spleen,
And when he says lie is-, say, that he dreams, Which otherwise would grow into extremes.
Por he is nothing but a mighty lord.

(Exeunt.
This do, and do it kindly, gentle Sirs;
It will be pastime passing excellent,

SCENE II.-A Bedchamber in the Lord's House.
If it be husbanded with modesty *.
I Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our

Sly is discovered in a rich Night Gown, uith At.
part,

tendants ; some with Apparel, others with Bason, As he shall think, by our true diligence,

Euer, and other Appurtenances.-Enter LURD, He is no less than wbat we say he is.

dressed like a Servant. Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him, Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. And each one to his office, when he wakes.

i Serv. Will’t please your lordship drink a cup (Some beur out Sly:-A trnmpet sounds.

of sack? Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds ;- 2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of these

[Exit Servant.

conserves ? Belike, some noble gentleman; that means,

3 Serr. What raiment will your honour wear toTravelling some journey, to repose him here.

day? Re-enter a SERVANT.

Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me-honour,

nor lordship: I never drank sack in my life, and if How now? Who is it?

you give me any conserves, give me conserves of Ser. An it please your honour,

beef: ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for I Players that offer service to your lordship.

have no more doublets than backs, no more stock. Lord. Bid them come near :

ings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, Enter PLAYERS.

sometimes, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as

my toes look through the over-leather. Now, fellows you are welcome.

Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your 1 Play. We thank your honour.

honour!
Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-niglit? 0, that a mighty man, of such descent,
2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our Of such possessions, and so high esteem,
duty.

Should be infused with so foul a spirit!
Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember, Sly. What, would you make a man? Am not I
Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;- Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath ; by
'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well : birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker,' by
I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present
Was aptly tiled, and naturally perform’d.

profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto, that your honour ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say means.

I am not fourteen pence on the score tor sheer ale, Lord, 'Tis very true ;-thou didst it excellent.-- score me up for the lying'st knave in Christendom. Well, you are come to me in happy time;

What, I am not bestraught*: Here's The rather for I have some sport in hand,

1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. Wherein your cunning can assist me much.

2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants There is a lord will hear you play to-night:

droop. But I ain doubtful of your modesties ;

Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour,

your house, (For yet his honour never heard a play,)

As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. You break into some merry passion,

0, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; And so offend him ; for I tell you, Sirs,

Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, If you should smile, he grows impatient.

And banish hence these abject lowly dreams : 1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain our- Look how thy

servants do attend on thee, selves,

Each in his office ready at thy beck.
Were he the veriest antic in the world.

Wilt thou have music? Hark! Apollo plays, (Music.
Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And twenty caged nightingales do sing :
And give them friendly welcome every one; Or wilt thou sleep? We'll have thee to a couch,
Let them want nothing that my house affords.- Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed

(Ereunt Serrant and Players. Or purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew, my page.

Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground:

[To a Serrant. Or wilt thou ride? Thy horses shall be trapp'd,
And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will
And call him-madam, do him obeisance.
Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,) Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt?
He bear himself with honourable action,

Thy hounds shall make the welk answer them,
Such as he hath observed in noble ladies

And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth Unto their lords, by them accomplish'd :

1 Serv, Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are Such duly to the drunkard let him do,

as swift With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ;

As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe
And say,-What is't your honour will command, 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? We will fetch
Wherein your lady, and your humble wife,

thee straight
May shew her duty, and make known her love? Adonis, painted by a running brook ;
And then, with kind embracements, tempting kisses, And Cytherea all'in sedges hid ;
And with declining head into his bosom,-

Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd

Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
To see her noble lord restored to health,

Lord. We'll shew thee lo, as she was a maid ;
Who, for twice seven years, hath esteem'd him And how she was beguiled and surprised,
No better than a poor and loathsome beggar: As lively painted as the deed was done.
And if the boy have not a woman's gift,

3 Serv. 'Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny To rain a shower of commanded tears,

wood; An onion will do well for such a shift;

Scratching her legs, that one shall swear she bleeds; Which in a napkin being close convey'd,

And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, Shall in despite enforce a watry eye,

So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst ; Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : Anon I'll give thee more instructions.

Thou hast a lady far more beautiful

[Erit Servant. Than any woman in this waning age. I know, the boy will well usurp the grace,

1 Serv. And, till the tears, that she hath shed for Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman :

thee, I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband ; Like envious foods, o'er-ran her lovely face, And how my men

will stay themselves from She was the fairest creature in the world ; laughter,

And yet she is inferior to none. When they do homage to this simple peasant. Sly. Am I a lord ? And have I such a lady? • Moderation.

• Distracted.

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