Or when you wak'd, you wak'd as if you flept. I Man. Oh yes, my Lord, but very idle Words. 3 Man. Why Sir, you know no Houfe, nor no fuch Maid, And twenty more fuch Names and Men as thefe, Sly. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends. Enter Lady with Attendants. Sly. I thank thee, thou shalt not lose by it. Sly. Marry I fare well, for here is Cheer enough. Lady. 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 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? Lord. Madam. Sly. Alce Madam, or Joan Madam? Lord. Madam, and nothing elfe, fo Lords call Ladies. Lady. 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; Meff. Your Honour's Players, hearing your Amendment, Are come to play a pleasant Comedy; For fo your Doctors hold it very meet, Seeing fo much Sadnefs hath congeal'd your Blood, Sly. Marry I will, let them play, it is not a Comonty, a Christmas Gambold, or a tumbling Trick? Lady. No, my good Lord, it is more pleasing Stuff. Lady. It is a kind of History. Sly. Well, we'll fee't: Come, Madam Wife, fit by my Side, And let the World flip, we fhall ne'er be Younger. Luc. Tranio, fince for the great Defire I had I am arriv'd for fruitful Lumbardy, And by my Father's Love and Leave am arm'd Gave me my Being, and my Father first A Merchant of great Traffick through the World: Vincentio's Vincentio's Son, brought up in Florence, Will I apply to, that treats of Happiness, Glad that you thus continue your Resolve, Talk Logick with Acquaintance that you have, Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise; If, Biondello, thou wert come afhore, Such Friends, as time in Padua fhall beget, But stay a while, what Company is this? Tra. Mafter, fome Shew to welcome us to Town. Enter Baptifta with Katharina and Bianca, Gremio, and Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farther, If either of you both love Katherina, Unless you were of gentler milder Mould. Kath. I'faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear, But if it were, doubt not, her Care shall be, Hor. From all fuch Devils, good Lord, deliver us, Tra. Hufh'd, Mafter, here's fome good Paftime toward, That Wench is ftark mad, or wonderful froward. Luc. But in the other's Silence I do fee, Maid's mild Behaviour and Sobriety. Peace, Tranio. Tra. Well faid, Mafter, mum, and gaze your fill. And let it not difpleafe thee, good Bianca, Kath. A pretty Peat, it is best put Finger in the Eye, And the knew why. Bian. Sifter, content you in my Discontent. Sir, to your Pleasure humbly I subscribe : My Books and Inftruments fhall be my Company, On them to look, and practise by my self. Luc. Heark, Tranio, thou maift hear Minerva fpeak, Sorry am I that our good Will effects Bianca's Grief. Gre. Why will you mew her up, Signior Baptifta, for this Fiend of Hell, And make her bear the Penance of her Tongue? Bap. Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv❜d : And for I know she taketh moft delight To mine own Children, in good bringing up, And what to leave? Ha! [Exit. [Exit. Gre. You may go to the Devil's Dam: Your Gifts are fo good, here is none will hold you. Our Love is not fo great, Hortenfio, but we may blow our Nails together, and faft it fairly out. Our Cake's Dow on both fides. Farewel; yet for the Love I bear my fweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit Man to teach her that wherein the delights, I will with him to her Father. Hor. So will I, Signior Gremio: But a word, I pray; tho' the nature of our Quarrel yet never brook'd Parlee, know now upon advice, it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have access to our fair Miftrefs, and be happy Rivals in Bianca's Love, to labour and effect one thing 'Ipecially. Gre. What's that, I pray? Hor. Marry Sir, to get a Husband for her Sifter. Gre. A Husband! a Devil. Hor. I fay a Husband. Gre. I fay a Devil. Think'ft thou, Hortenfio, tho' her Father be very rich, any Man is so very a Fool to be married to Hell? Hor. Tufh, Gremio; tho' it pafs your Patience and mine to endure her lewd Alarms, why, Man, there be good Fellows in the World, and a Man could light on them, would take her with all her Faults, and Mony enough. Gre |