Their harnefs ftudded all with gold and pearl. 1 Man. Say thou wilt courfe, thy greyhounds are as As breathed flags; ay, fleeter than the roe. [fwift 2 Man. Doft thou love pictures? we will fetch thee Adonis, painted by a running brook; And Cytherea all in fedges hid; [itraight Which feem to move, and wanton with her breath, Ev'n as the waving fedges play with wind. Lord. We'll fhew thee Io, as fhe was a maid, And how he was beguiled and furpris'd, As lively painted as the dead was done. 3 Man. Or Daphine roaming through a thorny wood, Scratching her legs, that one fhall fwear fhe bleeds: And at that fight thall fad Apollo weep: So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Lord. Thou art a Lord, and nothing but a Lord: Thou haft a Lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waining age. 1 Man. And till the tears that he hath fhed for thee, Like envious floods, o'er-run her lovely face, She was the fairest creature in the world, And yet fhe is inferior to none. Sly. Am I Lord, and have I fuch a Lady? 2 Man. Will't please your Mightiness to wash your 1 Man. Oh, yes, my Lord, but very idle words.. For For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, And fay, you would prefent her at the leet, 3 Man. Why, Sir, you know no houfe, nor no fuch And twenty more fuch names and men as thefe, Sly. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends ! Sly. By th' mafs, I think I am a Lord indeed. What is thy name? Man. Sim, an't pleafe your Honour. Sly. Sim? that's as much as to fay Simeon or Simon; put forth thy hand and fill the pot. [The fervant gives him drink, SCENE V. Enter Lady with attendants. I thank thee;-thou fhalt not lofe by it. Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. Where's my wife? Lady. Here, Noble Lord, what is thy will with her? Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me husband? My men fhould call me Lord, I am your good-man. Lady. My husband and my lord, my lord and hufI am your wife in all obedience. [band; Sly. I know it well: what muft I call her. Lord. Madam. Sly. Alce Madam, or Joan Madam? Lord. Madam, and nothing elfe; fo Lords call Ladies. Sly. Come, fit down on my knee. Sim, drink to her. Madam wife, they fay that I have dream'd, and flept above fome fifteen years and more. Lady. Ay, and the time feems 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 intreat of you To pardon me yet for a night or two: Sly. Ay, it ftands fo, that I may hardly tarry fo long; but I would be loth to fall into my dream again. I will therefore tarry in despight of the flesh and the blood. SCENE VI. Enter a Meffenger. Me. Your Honour's players, hearing your amend ment, Are come to play a pleafant comedy; For fo your Doctors hold it very meet, Seeing too much fadnefs hath congeal'd your blood; Therefore they thought it good you hear a play, Sly. Marry, I will; let them play; is it not a commodity? a Chriftmas gambol, or a tumbling trick? Lady. No, my good Lord, it is more pleasing stuff. Sly. What, houfhold-stuff? Lady. It is a kind of history. Sly. Well, we'll fee't: come, Madam wife, fit by my fide, and let the world flip, we fhall ne'er be younger. The VOL. II. PP 298 The TAMING of the SHREW. Luc.) ACTI. SCENE I. A freet in Padua. Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio. Ranio, fince for the great defire I had The pleafant garden of great Italy : And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd' Gave me my being; and my father first, A merchant of great traffic through the world: Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence, Glad that you thus continue As As Ovid be an outcaft quite abjur'd. Talk logic with acquaintance that you have, Fall to them, as you find your ftomach serves you. Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise; We could at once put us in readiness; Such friends, as time in Padua fhall beget. But ftay a while, what company is this? Tra. Master, fome show to welcome us to town. Enter Baptifta, with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio and Hortenfio. Lucentio and Tranio ftand by. Bap. Gentlemen both, importune me no farther, If either of you both love Catharina, To make a ftale of me amongst these mates? for you; Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. Cath. 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 fhall be To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd ftool, Hor. From all fuch devils, good Lord, deliver us. P p 2 Tra. |