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And twenty caged nightingales do sing:
Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt?
are as swift
Lord. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid;
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord:
Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady?
2 Serv. Will’t please your mightiness to wash
[Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. O, how we joy to see your wit restord! O, 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 house; And say, you would present her at the leet, Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts: : Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends!
leet,) At the Court-leet, or courts of the manor.
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?
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. Sly. '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'd, In peril to incur your former malady, That I should yet absent me from your bed: I hope, this reason stands for my excuse.
sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long. But I would be loth to fall into my dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood.
Enter a Servant. Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amend
ment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy, For so your doctors hold it very meet ; Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd 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 tumblingtrick 7 Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing
stuff. Sly. What, houshold 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.
? Is not a commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick ?] Thus the old copies; the modern ones read—It is not a commodity, &c. Commonty for comedy, &c. Steevens.
In the old play the players themselves use the word commodity corruptly for a comedy. BLACKSTONE.
SCENE I. Padua. A public Place.
Enter Lucentio and TRANIO.
Luc. Tranio, since—for the great desire I had
- ingenious -] It was probably written ingenuous studies, but of this and a thousand such observations there is little certainty. In Cole's Dictionary, 1677, it is remarked—“ ingenuous and ingenious are too often confounded."
to serve all hopes conceiv'd,] To fulfil the expectations of his friends. VOL. III.