་ And Citberea all in fedges hid; Which seem 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 the was beguiled and furpris'd, As lively painted as the deed was done. 3 Man. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood, Scratching her legs, that, one fhall fwear, the bleeds; And at that fight fhall 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. I Man. And 'till the tears, that the hath fhed for Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face, Sly. Am I a Lord, and have I fuch a Lady? 2 Man. Will't please your Mightiness to wash your hands? Oh, how we joy to fee your wits reftor'd! Oh, that once more you knew but what you are! 1 Man. Oh, yes, my Lord, but very idle words. Т4 Some Sometimes, you would call out for Cicely Hacket. 3 Man. Why, Sir, you know no house; nor no fuch maid; Nor no fuch men, as you have reckon❜d up; (6) As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, And twenty more fuch names and men as these, 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 please your Honour. Sly. Sim? that's as much as to fay, Simeon or Simon; put forth thy hand and fill the pot. [The Servant gives him Drink, Enter Lady, with attendants. I thank thee; -thou shalt not lofe by it. Sly. Marry, I fare well, for here is cheer enough. Where is 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 husband, I am your wife in all obedience. Sly. I know it well: what muft I call her? (6) As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,] An unknown Correfpondent, (who figns himself L. H.) is pleas'd to propose this very reasonable Conjecture, and old Jahn Naps o' th' Green. As Sly fays, He's the Son of old Sly of Burton-heath, and talks of the fat Alewife of Wincot; he thinks, he can with no Propriety have any Acquaintance in Greece. If, indeed, the Province of Greece were to be here understood, this Obfervation muft neceffarily take place; but I have not difturb'd the Text, because I do not know, but that, in the Neighbourhood of Wincot and Burton-heath, there may be fome Village call'd Greece, or Greys, &c. Lord, Lord. Madam. Sly. Alce madam, or Joan madam ? Lord. Madam, and nothing else, 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 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, For your phyficians have exprefly charg'd, Sly. Ay, it ftands fo, that I may hardly tarry fo long; but I would be loath to fall into my dream again I will therefore tarry in defpight of the flesh and the blood. Enter a Messenger. Mel. Your Honour's Players, hearing your amend ment, Are come to play a pleafant Comedy; Seeing too much fadness 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 Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick? Lady. No, my good Lord, it is more pleafing stuff. Sly. What, houfhold ftuff? 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 shall ne'er be younger. The T Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio. LUCENTIO. Ranio, fince for the great defire I had With his good will, and thy good company: Gave me my Being; and my father first, Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence, It shall become to ferve all 'hopes conceiv'd, (7) I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,] Tho' all the Impreffions concur in this, I take it to be a Blunder of the Editors, and not of the Author. Padua is not in Lombardy; but Pifa, from which Lucentio comes, is really in thofe Territories. To To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: Glad, that you thus continue your Resolve, Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise; If, Biondello, thou wert come afhore, 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. Mafter, fome fhow 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, For how I firmly am refolv'd, you know; That is, not to beftow my youngest Daughter, Before I have a husband for the elder: If either of you Both love Catharina, Because |