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Murian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot,' if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught : Here's

1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. 2 Serv. 0, this it is that makes your servants droop.

Lord. llence comes it that your kindred shun your house. As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. 0, noble lord, betrink thee of thy birth; Cail home thy ancient thonghts from banishment, And banish hence these ahject lowly dreams : Look, how thy servants do attend on thee, Each in his office ready at thy beck. Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, (Music And twenty caged nightingales do sing : Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Sofier and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. Say, thou wilt walk ; we will bestrew the ground: Or wilt thou ride ? thy horses shall be trapp'd, Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. 1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course ; thy greyhounds are as

swift As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch thee

Adonis, painted by a running brook :
And Cytherea all in sedges hid;
Which seein to move and wanton with her breath,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid ;
And how she was beguiled and surpris’d,
As lively painted as the deed was done.

3 Serv. 'Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny wood; Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds : And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

(1) Wilnecolle is a village in Warwickshire, with which Shakespeare was well acquainted, Dear Siratford. The house kept by our genial hostess, still remains, but is at present a mill. The meanest horel to which Shai.espeare bas an allusion, in terests curiosity, and acquires an importance : at least, it becomes the object of a poetical antiquarian's inquiries. T. WARTON.

So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord :
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
Than any woman in this waning age.

1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed for thee,
Like envious floods o’er-ran her lovely face,
She was the fairest creature in the world ;
And yet she is inferior to none.

Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady ? Or do I dream ! or have I dream'd till now? I do not sleep : I see, I hear, I speak; I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed; And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly:Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; And once again, a pot o'th' smallest ale. 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash your

hands? (Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. 0, how we joy to see your wit restor'd ! 0, that once more you knew but what you are These fifteen years you have been in a dream; Or, when you wak’d, so wak'd 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 :
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 bouse ;
And say, you would present her at the leet,"
Because she brought stone jugs and no seald 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 maid;
Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd 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 !
All. Amen.
Sly. I thank thee; thou shlí not lose by it.

Enter the Puge, as a L'ill, ith Atte, vio:ts.
Page. Ilow farms my noble foiel!

(2) At ibe Court-leet, or coupls of the manor,


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 vise, 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 ? Lord. Madam. Sly. Alice madam, or Joan madam ? Lord. Madam, and nothing else ; so lords call ladies. Sly. Madam wife, they say that i have dream'd, and slept, Above some fifteen year and more.

Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me ; Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.

Sły. '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,
To pardon me yet for a night or two;
Or, if not so, until the sun be set :
For your physicians have expressly charg'a,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet absent me froin your bed :
I hope, this reason stands for my excuse.

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may bardly 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. Ser. Your honour'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 congeal'd your blood, Ant melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Ther fore, 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?
Page. It is a kind of history.

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.


SCENE I.-Padua. A public Place. Enter LUCENTIO


Tranio, since-for the great desire I had
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,-
I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,
The pleasant garden of great Italy;
And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd
With his good will, and thy good company,
Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all;
Here let us breathe, and happily institute
A course of learning, and ingenious studies.
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
Gave me my being, and my father first,
A merchant of great traffic through the world,
Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.
Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence,
It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiva:
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds :
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
Virtue, and that part of philosophy
Will I apply, that treats of happiness
By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd.
Tell me thy mind : for I have Pisa left,
And am to Padua come ; as he that leaves
A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep,
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,
I am in all affected as yourself;
Glad that you thus continue your resolve,
To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.
Only, good master, while we do admire
This virtue, and this moral discipline,
Let's be no stoicks, nor no stocks, I pray;
Or so devote to Aristotle's checks,
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd :
Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practise rhetoric in your common talk :

B] To fulül the expectations of his friends. MALONE

Vol. II


Music and poesy, use to quicken you ;
The mathematics, and the metaphysics,
Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you:
No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta’en ;-
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

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. Master, some show, to welcome us to town. Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, Gremio, and Hon

LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand aside.
Bap. Gentlemen, impórtune me no further,
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 Katharina,
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, Hortensio, will you any wife?

Kath. I pray you, sir, [To BAP.) is it your will to make a stale of me amongst these matcs ? Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that ? no mates for

Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

Kath. 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 should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg’d stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.

Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us!
Gre. And me too, good Lord !
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
Maids' mild behaviour and sobriety.
Peace, Tranio.

Tra. Well said, master ; mum! and gaze your fill.

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon enake good
What I have said, -Bianca, get you in :
And let it not displease thee, rood Bianca;

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