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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.For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door ; And rail upon the hostess of the house; And say, you would present her at the leet, Because she brought stone jugs and no sealed quarts. Sometimes
you would call out for Cicely Hacket. Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. 3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no such
Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends!
Enter the Page, as a Lady, with Attendants. Page. How fares my noble lord ?
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
Sly. I know it well.—What must I call her?
1 A contraction of by my faith.
2 That is, at the court leet, where it was usual to present such matters, as appears from Kitchen on Courts :-“ Also if tiplers sell by cups and dishes, or measures sealed or not sealed, is inquirable.”
3 Blackstone proposes to read, “old John Naps o'the Green.” The addition seems to have been a common one.
Sly. Alce madam, or Joan madam ?
slept Above some fifteen
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
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. 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. 1 For comedy
SCENE I. Padua. A public Place.
Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.
Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,
1 Ingenious and ingenuous were very commonly confounded by old writers.
2 i. e. to fulfil the expectations of his friends. 3 Apply for ply is frequently used by old writers. Thus Baret:_" with diligent endeavour to applie their studies.” And in Turberville's Tragic Tales:-“ How she her wheele applyde.”
4 Small piece of water. 5 Pardon me.
Glad that you thus continue your resolve,
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town.
Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, Gremio, and
HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand aside.
Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further,
Gre. To cart her rather; she's too rough for me.There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?
1 The old copy reads Aristotle's checks. Blackstone suggests that we should read ethics, and the sense seems to require it; it is therefore admitted into the text.
2 The modern editions read, “ Talk logic, &c. The old copy reads Balke, which Mr. Boswell suggests may be right, although the meaning of the word is now lost.
* Kath. I pray you, sir, [To BAP.] is it
Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
Kath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord deliver us !
Luc. But in the other's silence I do see
fill. Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said,-Bianca, get you
in : And let it not displease thee, good Bianca ; For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.
Kath. A pretty peat !? 'tis best
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.-
[Aside. Hor. Seignior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I that our good will effects Bianca's grief. Gre. Why, will you mew her up,
, Seignior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, And make her bear the penance of her tongue ?
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved.Go in, Bianca.
[Exit BIANCA. 2 Pet.