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151Enter aloft the drunkard with attendants, some with apparel,
152Bason and Ewer,& other appurtenances,& Lord.
156serues?
1573.Ser. What raiment wil your honor weare to day.
161me what raiment Ile weare, for I haue no more doub-
162lets then backes: no more stockings then legges: nor
165uer-leather.
172Pedler, by education a Cardmaker, by transmutation a
177dome. What I am not bestraught: here's---
1783.Man. Oh this it is that makes your Ladie mourne.
181As beaten hence by your strange Lunacie.
182Oh Noble Lord, bethinke thee of thy birth,
183Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment,
185Looke how thy seruants do attend on thee,
186Each in his office readie at thy becke.
188And twentie caged Nightingales do sing.
189Or wilt thou sleepe? Wee'l haue thee to a Couch,
191On purpose trim'd vp for Semiramis.
192Say thou wilt walke: we wil bestrow the ground.
196Aboue the morning Larke. Or wilt thou hunt,
198And fetch shrill ecchoes from the hollow earth.
200As breathed Stags: I fleeter then the Roe.
202Adonis painted by a running brooke,
203And Citherea all in sedges hid,
204Which seeme to moue and wanton with her breath,
205Euen as the wauing sedges play with winde.
208As liuelie painted, as the deede was done.
2093.Man. Or Daphne roming through a thornie wood,
212So workmanlie the blood and teares are drawne.
213Lord. Thou art a Lord, and nothing but a Lord:
214Thou hast a Ladie farre more Beautifull,
215Then any woman in this waining age.
217Like enuious flouds ore-run her louely face,
218She was the fairest creature in the world,
219And yet shee is inferiour to none.
221Or do I dreame? Or haue I dream'd till now?
224Vpon my life I am a Lord indeede,
225And not a Tinker, nor Christopher Slie.
226Well, bring our Ladie hither to our sight,
S3 2.Man
210The Taming of the Shrew.
229 hands:
231Oh that once more you knew but what you are:
235But did I neuer speake of all that time.
2361.Man. Oh yes my Lord, but verie idle words,
237For though you lay heere in this goodlie chamber,
238Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of doore,
242Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.
245Nor no such men as you haue reckon'd vp,
246As Stephen Slie, and old Iohn Naps of Greece,
247And Peter Turph, and Henry Pimpernell,
249Which neuer were, nor no man euer saw.
250Beg. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends.
251All. Amen.
252Enter Lady with Attendants.
254Lady. How fares my noble Lord?
255Beg. Marrie I fare well, for heere is cheere enough.
256Where is my wife?
257La. Heere noble Lord, what is thy will with her?
258Beg. Are you my wife, and will not cal me husband?
259My men should call me Lord, I am your good-man.
260La.My husband and my Lord, my Lord and husband
261I am your wife in all obedience.
263Lord. Madam.
264Beg. Alce Madam, or Ione Madam?
269Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.
271Madam vndresse you, and come now to bed.
272La. Thrice noble Lord, let me intreat of you
273To pardon me yet for a night or two:
276In perill to incurre your former malady,
280But I would be loth to fall into my dreames againe: I
282Enter a Messenger.
283Mes.Your Honors Players hearing your amendment,
284Are come to play a pleasant Comedie,
287And melancholly is the Nurse of frenzie,
288Therefore they thought it good you heare a play,
289And frame your minde to mirth and merriment,
290Which barres a thousand harmes, and lengthens life.
292tie, a Christmas gambold, or a tumbling tricke?