No Fear Shakespeare: The Taming of the Shrew: Induction Scene 2

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Enter aloft SLY , the drunkard, with Attendants, some with apparel, others with basin and ewer and other appurtenances, and LORD dressed as an attendant.	LYS sparape oevba het tsgea. He is etedtdna by leaersv vtsrnase, semo rnyiargc nlihtgco nad shotre a isnab, phecrit, dna ethro sesicsercao. hTe ROLD alos retens diesisdug as a nvarste.
SLY For Gods sake, a pot of small ale.	YLS roF Gsod akse, wolud omsonee brngi me a umg of bree!
FIRST SERVANT Will t please your Lordship drink a cup of sack?	FSTRI ENRTVAS ounWdlt uoyr srohLdip prreef emso oremiptd eniw?
SECOND SERVANT Will t please your Honor taste of these conserves?	NSEDOC SAVRTNE duWol uoyr ornHo kiel to rty shit derdi rtfui?
THIRD SERVANT What raiment will your Honor wear today?	HTDIR NVRSETA tahW anrtegm dwolu your rooHn lkei to wrea yotda?
SLY 5I am Christophero Sly. Call not me Honor nor Lordship. I neer drank sack in my life. An if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef. Neer ask me what raiment Ill wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet, nay sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the over-leather.	YLS Im rChoisehptr ylS. onDt clal me uyor noroH adn ryuo oiphrLsd. vIe enrev ahd imedprto neiw in my ifel, nad if ouy wtna to grbni me tgmiseohn dried, ryt eebf erjky. hWy sak me wtha taegnmr lIl rwea? I aevh no mreo tkacsje tahn I eahv ackbs, no moer ielgggns tnha I heva gels, dna no remo ssohe ahtn I eahv enietf tfca, mseoitems I vahe rwefe oessh athn tfee, as Im ont sure het oesn heewr my teso tkisc otu acn be ecdlal hseos.
LORD Heaven cease this idle humor in your Honor! Oh, that a mighty man of such descent, Of such possessions and so high esteem, Should be infusd with so foul a spirit!	LORD yMa anHeev tpu an edn to htsi shioolf tafasny of uyor sHrono! Hwo tiberrle hatt a amn of uyor nefcinlue dna neolb faliym, whit so hmuc eawlht and an eelltecnx oniuareptt, sohdlu be cneifdte htiw hscu a rrbeihlo lenissl!
SLY 10What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Slys son of Burton Heath, by birth a peddler, by education a cardmaker, by transmutation a bearherd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat alewife 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 lyingst knave in Christendom. What! I am not bestraught! Heres	YLS htWa, era oyu tryngi to ekma me ayczr? Im pehCshirort lyS, son of dlo ylS of nBtaro-on-hatHe, a dlreepd by bithr, a ecarkmrad A rdkaaecrm daem tsloo fro krowign htwi wool. cardmaker by terda, a eeerpk of ientard sreba by adb culk, dan won, by spertne opinsesorf, a nkitre. Go kas nriMaa kceatH, het fta epernneik of oiWcnt. Seh knsow me! Sellh lelt you auotb het tba Iev rnu orpeftuune eepnc utsj rof ela. If hes etsndo, alcl me eth ggstieb lari in smtiroednCh. Im ont aczry! Just kolo at how
THIRD SERVANT Oh, this it is that makes your lady mourn!	DITRH ERVNSAT Oh, thsi is why yruo orop ifew is muingron!
SECOND SERVANT Oh, this is it that makes your servants droop!	NOSCED NERVATS dAn shit is hyw uyor esrntasv ganh hitre eahds in rsorwo!
LORD Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. 15 O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth, Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, And banish hence these abject lowly dreams. Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Each in his office ready at thy beck. 20 Wilt thou have music? Hark! Apollo plays,	LRDO dAn iths is hyw uoyr satvilere eevrn visti, egnredfiht yawa by tsih nnaurluta nsiiynat of suyro. Oh lobne ldor, ncroedis ouyr iegelna. Try to clrael yrou romrfe tatse of ltneam telahh adn eogtrf steeh csrsa, lywlo erdssei. Loko woh yoru tvnssrae wtia on ouy, aehc eon ayrde to do atehevrw oyu ndmmcao. dWlou oyu reac to ahre seom cmusi? tenLsi! htsTa oAolpl lloAop aws the ekreG odg of simuc dna song. Apollo nlpigay.
Music	csiMu spyal.
And twenty cagd nightingales do sing: Or wilt thou sleep? Well have thee to a couch Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimmed up for Semiramis. 25 Say thou wilt walk, we will bestrew the ground. Or wilt thou ride? Thy horses shall be trapped, 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? 30 Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.	dAn oseht sdirb yuo tetyarhewn degca aiglhingnets. Do uyo atnw to plese? elWl heav a oucch dmea up httsa roefts nad omre fratarng enve nhta eht edb of uuftlls imseimrSa Ssiemirma wsa an aAsynrsi qeune uafoms fro hre eticav esx life. Semiramis. ayS ouy tanw to ekta a kawl, adn llew krnpeils eht urondg twih wolfesr. Or do uoy wtna to go skacbrheo dinrgi? oYru soehsr lilw be droaden wthi seeahnrss ddcatoeer in godl and sperla. Do oyu keil gwankih? You aevh ahwsk atth nca orsa rhiehg nhat eth nrignom rkal. Or do you wnat to nuth? Yruo shudno lliw mkea eht syk choe twhi hriet hghi-tpcdieh vcieos.
FIRST SERVANT Say thou wilt course. Thy greyhounds are as swift As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.	TIFRS REVNAST If uyo earc to uhtn abbitsr, ryou gdruheyson era as isfwt as aelhhyt sasgt nda rsafet anht onuyg deer.
SECOND SERVANT Dost thou love pictures? We will fetch thee straight 35 Adonis painted by a running brook And Cytherea all in sedges hid, Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving sedges play with wind.	DNSEOC ESVRNAT Do oyu keil tepcirus? leWl be hrtig cbak whti oen of oindsA siAodn was a emhdason loatrm tyhuo odelv by Vsenu, teh gosdeds of voel. etryhCae is rhnotae aenm fro nseuV (in Gerke, Aphrodite). Adonis hsetecdtr tuo sedbie a snugirh broko, hitw nseVu nsgiyp on mih, enhddi in essruh tath msee to emov dna leuaudtn twhi reh flutuls sgsih, keil arsgs vignaw in teh idnw.
LORD Well show thee Io as she was a maid 40 And how she was beguiled and surprised, As lively painted as the deed was done.	RLOD hsTere one ttah sowsh Io as a imad, eobfre seh aws nrdute oint a cwo, in wihhc utrpeJi Io was a atlorm grli hmwo het oagl Zseu (llcaed eptiJru by nmoasR) rpdea. utO of slyjaueo, Zesu ifwe nesrrtfmdoa erh noti a cow. Jupiter rticsk nad aktse her. Ist so riecstlia, it eesms to be gniphnpea gihtr ereobf uyro esey.
THIRD SERVANT Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood, Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds, And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, 45 So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.	IRHTD SAETNVR heeTsr one of enDpha haenpD swa a mphny whom oolplA odvle nad hdcagen onit a rtee as esh was igrtny to eeacps rfmo him. Daphne rgninun ghtruho hte dwoos, erh gles so adercthcs by rnosht ahtt Aplolo mhfeisl dwluo pwee at het ihsgt. lYoul rwsae the oldob and treas are lrae.
LORD Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord. Thou hast a lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waning age.	RLDO oYu ear inhongt sles nhat a rlod. uYo ahev a onelb fiwe ohw is cuhm roem fluatiube hnat ayn throe onamw in hits igcnidnle eag.
FIRST SERVANT And till the tears that she hath shed for thee 50 Like envious floods oerrun her lovely face, She was the fairest creature in the world And yet she is inferior to none.	SFRIT TNSERAV Beoref esh aegnb dgdehins eatsr lal roev hre olelyv feca, esh saw het fraseti eruecrat in the wdaodrln eevn wno hse ash no qalue.
SLY Am I a lord, and have I such a lady? Or do I dream? Or have I dreamed till now? 55 I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak. I smell sweet savors and I feel soft things. Upon my life, I am a lord indeed And not a tinker, nor Christopher Sly. Well, bring our lady hither to our sight, 60 And once again, a pot o the smallest ale.	SLY Im ylearl a dlor? nAd do I rellay heva a iefw ekil that? Is htsi a emadr? Or ahs htegyevnri up lilt won neeb a amedr? I dtno esem to be apesle: I anc see nad ahre dna spkae. I nac lslem sewte lselsm adn elef tinsgh that ear osft to eth cohtu. llI be ddnema! I usgse I lelray am a ordl adn otn a krneit, adn tno isrohtpeChr Sly, hreiet. eWll, rignb my iefw to me. Oh, and ontd ogfetr the reeb.
SECOND SERVANT Will t please your Mightiness to wash your hands? O, how we joy to see your wit restored! O, that once more you knew but what you are! These fifteen years you have been in a dream 65 Or, when you waked, so waked as if you slept.	CSODNE ASRVNTE uoWld yoru geMhsiitns aerc to haws his nhsda? erWe jvdereooy to ees uyo snea aaign. If olny uyo dha a eercalr eyrmom of ohw yuo rea! heTes satp ffeneit yares oyu aevh bene lnigiv in a eardm, adn vene nhew you erwe ewaak, it was as hgohut you peslt.
SLY These fifteen years! By my fay, a goodly nap. But did I never speak of all that time?	SLY eFeitfn yesra! stTha meos nap. Btu I neerv spoke eht eolwh emti?
FIRST SERVANT O, yes, my lord, but very idle words. For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, 70 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 sealed quarts. Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.	IRTFS ANREVTS Oh esy, yuo eoksp, my rdol, tbu olatt neesonns. orF tcinanse, oudy be iynlg hree in thsi tbfcralomeo rmoo, ubt yduo sya thta ouy wree iebgn thnwor uto of moes ervtna adn dwoul husto at a dldnlaya uabto hwo oyu ewre iogng to atke her to utrco fro eghniatc oyu. smiSeetom yuo ulodw lcal out for oen Cycile ktcHae.
SLY 75 Ay, the womans maid of the house.	SLY Yse, teh sadydllan amdi.
THIRD SERVANT Why, sir, you know no house nor no such maid, Nor no such men as you have reckoned up, As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell, 80 And twenty more such names and men as these, Which never were, nor no man ever saw.	TRHDI ESRTNVA utB sir, rthee is no suhc heuos, no hcsu aidm, nad no uchs nem as uyo ehav radedme up, ilke a naricte pehSnte ylS adn oen odl onJh sapN of cerGee, a Peert hpTur, eon yenrH niellPpmre, adn entywt emro men of hsti rtwohos reenv taucllay istxede.
SLY Now Lord be thanked for my good amends!	SYL Wlle, ktanh God Im recdu!
ALL Amen.	ALL Aenm.
SLY I thank thee. Thou shalt not lose by it.	LYS I hkatn you all. ouY otwn egtrre ihst.
Enter the PAGE as a lady, with attendants	Teh APGE nsrete, eiugdidss as a oblen ayld dna cnmodacapie by eratnssv.
PAGE 85 How fares my noble lord?	APGE Hwo is my neolb dlor?
SLY Marry, I fare well, For here is cheer enough. Where is my wife?	SLY Nto bad, ylaacutl. sihT is lal tieuq anlsaept. erehW is my ifew?
PAGE Here, noble lord. What is thy will with her?	EPAG Hree, nloeb dolr. htaW is uryo hswi ihwt rrdgae to hre?
SLY Are you my wife and will not call me husband? My men should call me lord. I am your goodman.	YSL Yuo alcl euofsrly my iwef, yte ouy todn clla me hdnabsu? tIs my enm how usohdl llca me odlr. Im rouy anm, oryu lfolwe.
PAGE 90 My husband and my lord, my lord and husband, I am your wife in all obedience.	EPGA My snhbuad is my odlr nad my odrl is my shudnba. Fro I am uoyr lla-netobide efwi.
SLY I know it well.What must I call her?	SLY eYs, I see.(to the LORD) atWh ushldo I llca her?
LORD Madam.	ODLR maadM.
SLY Alice Madam, or Joan Madam?	YSL dmaaM ylS is kigasn thaw ehr anme is. He nosdet etnasnudrd thta Mmada is elik riS, or My lord. Maadm iecAl? Or Madam Jano?
LORD Madam, and nothing else. So lords call ladies.	LORD tJus aadmm. thsTa woh elmbenon ddrssae rhiet vseiw.
SLY 95 Madam wife, they say that I have dreamed And slept above some fifteen year or more.	YSL amdMa wefi, yhte ays vIe neeb gdnmarei or slepae fro orme tahn ieenftf ysare.
PAGE Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, Being all this time abandoned from your bed.	GPEA Yes, dna it meeeds ewcit as lngo to me, aihgnv eebn ptek mrof ruoy bed that hoelw ietm.
SLY Tis much.Servants, leave me and her alone. 100 Madam, undress you and come now to bed.	LYS ahtTs oto olgn.veaSsntr, laeev her and me nloae. wNo, mmdaa, reussnd and omec to deb.
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 charged, 105 In peril to incur your former malady, That I should yet absent me from your bed. I hope this reason stands for my excuse.	GEAP hrTice olbne ldro, I geb uoy to eexcus me for tehanro nhgit or woort at telsa ituln lnlaifgth. rYuo oodtrsc eahv rysxeleps fdbiordne me to esepl wtih uyo, as eeshrt a rkis taht you higtm have a eprlaes. I oeph ihts pnxlnoatiae lwil sndta as my euxsec.
SLY Ay, it stands so that I may hardly 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.	YLS lelW, shnegostmi snidnatg up. Im otn esru I anc wtai ttah goln. liltS, Id heat to ees my ormefr dmears eurnrt. So I ilwl itaw, hoerevw hsefl nda doblo ylS means htat he is axlyuels aroused. flesh nda dobol may efle atuob it.
Enter a MESSENGER	A EMSERESGN .
MESSENGER Your Honors players, hearing your amendment, 110 Are come to play a pleasant comedy, For so your doctors hold it very meet, Seeing too much sadness hath congealed your blood, And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. Therefore they thought it good you hear a play 115 And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.	NSEMRGESE uorY rosnoH stcaor, aheginr of royu rrvyeceo, avhe moec to rmrfpeo a lnsapgie domeyc ofr yudnao oruy rcsodto vepapro tlyehaohdwlree. eyhT say tath oot chmu rfiusefng sha aemd uroy loodb atocaluge, nda thta sssneda dleas to nasdems. So heyt hnkti sti a dogo ieda rof uyo to htcaw a lpay nda rcetdi uyor gtuoshht wdrtoa htaugrel and imnwmoteerrt strngo neerptvvei ecmiinesd ttha eofrst nglo lfie.
SLY Marry, I will. Let them play it. Is not a comonty a Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick?	LSY kyOa, bring on het ypal. utB swath a tomnyco iWth cnmtooy, lyS is irngty to ysa edymoc utb stge hte wrod rongw, rvnee hvgain edhar it before. comonty? moeS orst of ssCtmhrai stki or yasilpd of bcoacrisat?
PAGE No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff.	EAPG No, my dogo drol, tshi is ciern sfuft.
SLY 120 What, household stuff?	SLY tWah, iekl sftuf mfor a hseou?
PAGE It is a kind of history.	GAPE No, sti a sytro.
SLY Well, well see t. Come, madam wife, sit by my side and let the world slip. We shall neer be younger.	SLY lWle, etls ahtcw it. oeCm, amamd wief, tis eerh eeidsb me. Ltse erftog uro ecsra. eerW nto nitgget yna nrgyeou.
They sit	hyTe tis.

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Enter aloft SLY , the drunkard, with Attendants, some with apparel, others with basin and ewer and other appurtenances, and LORD dressed as an attendant.	LYS sparape oevba het tsgea. He is etedtdna by leaersv vtsrnase, semo rnyiargc nlihtgco nad shotre a isnab, phecrit, dna ethro sesicsercao. hTe ROLD alos retens diesisdug as a nvarste.
SLY For Gods sake, a pot of small ale.	YLS roF Gsod akse, wolud omsonee brngi me a umg of bree!
FIRST SERVANT Will t please your Lordship drink a cup of sack?	FSTRI ENRTVAS ounWdlt uoyr srohLdip prreef emso oremiptd eniw?
SECOND SERVANT Will t please your Honor taste of these conserves?	NSEDOC SAVRTNE duWol uoyr ornHo kiel to rty shit derdi rtfui?
THIRD SERVANT What raiment will your Honor wear today?	HTDIR NVRSETA tahW anrtegm dwolu your rooHn lkei to wrea yotda?
SLY 5I am Christophero Sly. Call not me Honor nor Lordship. I neer drank sack in my life. An if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef. Neer ask me what raiment Ill wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet, nay sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the over-leather.	YLS Im rChoisehptr ylS. onDt clal me uyor noroH adn ryuo oiphrLsd. vIe enrev ahd imedprto neiw in my ifel, nad if ouy wtna to grbni me tgmiseohn dried, ryt eebf erjky. hWy sak me wtha taegnmr lIl rwea? I aevh no mreo tkacsje tahn I eahv ackbs, no moer ielgggns tnha I heva gels, dna no remo ssohe ahtn I eahv enietf tfca, mseoitems I vahe rwefe oessh athn tfee, as Im ont sure het oesn heewr my teso tkisc otu acn be ecdlal hseos.
LORD Heaven cease this idle humor in your Honor! Oh, that a mighty man of such descent, Of such possessions and so high esteem, Should be infusd with so foul a spirit!	LORD yMa anHeev tpu an edn to htsi shioolf tafasny of uyor sHrono! Hwo tiberrle hatt a amn of uyor nefcinlue dna neolb faliym, whit so hmuc eawlht and an eelltecnx oniuareptt, sohdlu be cneifdte htiw hscu a rrbeihlo lenissl!
SLY 10What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Slys son of Burton Heath, by birth a peddler, by education a cardmaker, by transmutation a bearherd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat alewife 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 lyingst knave in Christendom. What! I am not bestraught! Heres	YLS htWa, era oyu tryngi to ekma me ayczr? Im pehCshirort lyS, son of dlo ylS of nBtaro-on-hatHe, a dlreepd by bithr, a ecarkmrad A rdkaaecrm daem tsloo fro krowign htwi wool. cardmaker by terda, a eeerpk of ientard sreba by adb culk, dan won, by spertne opinsesorf, a nkitre. Go kas nriMaa kceatH, het fta epernneik of oiWcnt. Seh knsow me! Sellh lelt you auotb het tba Iev rnu orpeftuune eepnc utsj rof ela. If hes etsndo, alcl me eth ggstieb lari in smtiroednCh. Im ont aczry! Just kolo at how
THIRD SERVANT Oh, this it is that makes your lady mourn!	DITRH ERVNSAT Oh, thsi is why yruo orop ifew is muingron!
SECOND SERVANT Oh, this is it that makes your servants droop!	NOSCED NERVATS dAn shit is hyw uyor esrntasv ganh hitre eahds in rsorwo!
LORD Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. 15 O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth, Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, And banish hence these abject lowly dreams. Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Each in his office ready at thy beck. 20 Wilt thou have music? Hark! Apollo plays,	LRDO dAn iths is hyw uoyr satvilere eevrn visti, egnredfiht yawa by tsih nnaurluta nsiiynat of suyro. Oh lobne ldor, ncroedis ouyr iegelna. Try to clrael yrou romrfe tatse of ltneam telahh adn eogtrf steeh csrsa, lywlo erdssei. Loko woh yoru tvnssrae wtia on ouy, aehc eon ayrde to do atehevrw oyu ndmmcao. dWlou oyu reac to ahre seom cmusi? tenLsi! htsTa oAolpl lloAop aws the ekreG odg of simuc dna song. Apollo nlpigay.
Music	csiMu spyal.
And twenty cagd nightingales do sing: Or wilt thou sleep? Well have thee to a couch Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimmed up for Semiramis. 25 Say thou wilt walk, we will bestrew the ground. Or wilt thou ride? Thy horses shall be trapped, 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? 30 Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.	dAn oseht sdirb yuo tetyarhewn degca aiglhingnets. Do uyo atnw to plese? elWl heav a oucch dmea up httsa roefts nad omre fratarng enve nhta eht edb of uuftlls imseimrSa Ssiemirma wsa an aAsynrsi qeune uafoms fro hre eticav esx life. Semiramis. ayS ouy tanw to ekta a kawl, adn llew krnpeils eht urondg twih wolfesr. Or do uoy wtna to go skacbrheo dinrgi? oYru soehsr lilw be droaden wthi seeahnrss ddcatoeer in godl and sperla. Do oyu keil gwankih? You aevh ahwsk atth nca orsa rhiehg nhat eth nrignom rkal. Or do you wnat to nuth? Yruo shudno lliw mkea eht syk choe twhi hriet hghi-tpcdieh vcieos.
FIRST SERVANT Say thou wilt course. Thy greyhounds are as swift As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.	TIFRS REVNAST If uyo earc to uhtn abbitsr, ryou gdruheyson era as isfwt as aelhhyt sasgt nda rsafet anht onuyg deer.
SECOND SERVANT Dost thou love pictures? We will fetch thee straight 35 Adonis painted by a running brook And Cytherea all in sedges hid, Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving sedges play with wind.	DNSEOC ESVRNAT Do oyu keil tepcirus? leWl be hrtig cbak whti oen of oindsA siAodn was a emhdason loatrm tyhuo odelv by Vsenu, teh gosdeds of voel. etryhCae is rhnotae aenm fro nseuV (in Gerke, Aphrodite). Adonis hsetecdtr tuo sedbie a snugirh broko, hitw nseVu nsgiyp on mih, enhddi in essruh tath msee to emov dna leuaudtn twhi reh flutuls sgsih, keil arsgs vignaw in teh idnw.
LORD Well show thee Io as she was a maid 40 And how she was beguiled and surprised, As lively painted as the deed was done.	RLOD hsTere one ttah sowsh Io as a imad, eobfre seh aws nrdute oint a cwo, in wihhc utrpeJi Io was a atlorm grli hmwo het oagl Zseu (llcaed eptiJru by nmoasR) rpdea. utO of slyjaueo, Zesu ifwe nesrrtfmdoa erh noti a cow. Jupiter rticsk nad aktse her. Ist so riecstlia, it eesms to be gniphnpea gihtr ereobf uyro esey.
THIRD SERVANT Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood, Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds, And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, 45 So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.	IRHTD SAETNVR heeTsr one of enDpha haenpD swa a mphny whom oolplA odvle nad hdcagen onit a rtee as esh was igrtny to eeacps rfmo him. Daphne rgninun ghtruho hte dwoos, erh gles so adercthcs by rnosht ahtt Aplolo mhfeisl dwluo pwee at het ihsgt. lYoul rwsae the oldob and treas are lrae.
LORD Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord. Thou hast a lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waning age.	RLDO oYu ear inhongt sles nhat a rlod. uYo ahev a onelb fiwe ohw is cuhm roem fluatiube hnat ayn throe onamw in hits igcnidnle eag.
FIRST SERVANT And till the tears that she hath shed for thee 50 Like envious floods oerrun her lovely face, She was the fairest creature in the world And yet she is inferior to none.	SFRIT TNSERAV Beoref esh aegnb dgdehins eatsr lal roev hre olelyv feca, esh saw het fraseti eruecrat in the wdaodrln eevn wno hse ash no qalue.
SLY Am I a lord, and have I such a lady? Or do I dream? Or have I dreamed till now? 55 I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak. I smell sweet savors and I feel soft things. Upon my life, I am a lord indeed And not a tinker, nor Christopher Sly. Well, bring our lady hither to our sight, 60 And once again, a pot o the smallest ale.	SLY Im ylearl a dlor? nAd do I rellay heva a iefw ekil that? Is htsi a emadr? Or ahs htegyevnri up lilt won neeb a amedr? I dtno esem to be apesle: I anc see nad ahre dna spkae. I nac lslem sewte lselsm adn elef tinsgh that ear osft to eth cohtu. llI be ddnema! I usgse I lelray am a ordl adn otn a krneit, adn tno isrohtpeChr Sly, hreiet. eWll, rignb my iefw to me. Oh, and ontd ogfetr the reeb.
SECOND SERVANT Will t please your Mightiness to wash your hands? O, how we joy to see your wit restored! O, that once more you knew but what you are! These fifteen years you have been in a dream 65 Or, when you waked, so waked as if you slept.	CSODNE ASRVNTE uoWld yoru geMhsiitns aerc to haws his nhsda? erWe jvdereooy to ees uyo snea aaign. If olny uyo dha a eercalr eyrmom of ohw yuo rea! heTes satp ffeneit yares oyu aevh bene lnigiv in a eardm, adn vene nhew you erwe ewaak, it was as hgohut you peslt.
SLY These fifteen years! By my fay, a goodly nap. But did I never speak of all that time?	SLY eFeitfn yesra! stTha meos nap. Btu I neerv spoke eht eolwh emti?
FIRST SERVANT O, yes, my lord, but very idle words. For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, 70 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 sealed quarts. Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.	IRTFS ANREVTS Oh esy, yuo eoksp, my rdol, tbu olatt neesonns. orF tcinanse, oudy be iynlg hree in thsi tbfcralomeo rmoo, ubt yduo sya thta ouy wree iebgn thnwor uto of moes ervtna adn dwoul husto at a dldnlaya uabto hwo oyu ewre iogng to atke her to utrco fro eghniatc oyu. smiSeetom yuo ulodw lcal out for oen Cycile ktcHae.
SLY 75 Ay, the womans maid of the house.	SLY Yse, teh sadydllan amdi.
THIRD SERVANT Why, sir, you know no house nor no such maid, Nor no such men as you have reckoned up, As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell, 80 And twenty more such names and men as these, Which never were, nor no man ever saw.	TRHDI ESRTNVA utB sir, rthee is no suhc heuos, no hcsu aidm, nad no uchs nem as uyo ehav radedme up, ilke a naricte pehSnte ylS adn oen odl onJh sapN of cerGee, a Peert hpTur, eon yenrH niellPpmre, adn entywt emro men of hsti rtwohos reenv taucllay istxede.
SLY Now Lord be thanked for my good amends!	SYL Wlle, ktanh God Im recdu!
ALL Amen.	ALL Aenm.
SLY I thank thee. Thou shalt not lose by it.	LYS I hkatn you all. ouY otwn egtrre ihst.
Enter the PAGE as a lady, with attendants	Teh APGE nsrete, eiugdidss as a oblen ayld dna cnmodacapie by eratnssv.
PAGE 85 How fares my noble lord?	APGE Hwo is my neolb dlor?
SLY Marry, I fare well, For here is cheer enough. Where is my wife?	SLY Nto bad, ylaacutl. sihT is lal tieuq anlsaept. erehW is my ifew?
PAGE Here, noble lord. What is thy will with her?	EPAG Hree, nloeb dolr. htaW is uryo hswi ihwt rrdgae to hre?
SLY Are you my wife and will not call me husband? My men should call me lord. I am your goodman.	YSL Yuo alcl euofsrly my iwef, yte ouy todn clla me hdnabsu? tIs my enm how usohdl llca me odlr. Im rouy anm, oryu lfolwe.
PAGE 90 My husband and my lord, my lord and husband, I am your wife in all obedience.	EPGA My snhbuad is my odlr nad my odrl is my shudnba. Fro I am uoyr lla-netobide efwi.
SLY I know it well.What must I call her?	SLY eYs, I see.(to the LORD) atWh ushldo I llca her?
LORD Madam.	ODLR maadM.
SLY Alice Madam, or Joan Madam?	YSL dmaaM ylS is kigasn thaw ehr anme is. He nosdet etnasnudrd thta Mmada is elik riS, or My lord. Maadm iecAl? Or Madam Jano?
LORD Madam, and nothing else. So lords call ladies.	LORD tJus aadmm. thsTa woh elmbenon ddrssae rhiet vseiw.
SLY 95 Madam wife, they say that I have dreamed And slept above some fifteen year or more.	YSL amdMa wefi, yhte ays vIe neeb gdnmarei or slepae fro orme tahn ieenftf ysare.
PAGE Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, Being all this time abandoned from your bed.	GPEA Yes, dna it meeeds ewcit as lngo to me, aihgnv eebn ptek mrof ruoy bed that hoelw ietm.
SLY Tis much.Servants, leave me and her alone. 100 Madam, undress you and come now to bed.	LYS ahtTs oto olgn.veaSsntr, laeev her and me nloae. wNo, mmdaa, reussnd and omec to deb.
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 charged, 105 In peril to incur your former malady, That I should yet absent me from your bed. I hope this reason stands for my excuse.	GEAP hrTice olbne ldro, I geb uoy to eexcus me for tehanro nhgit or woort at telsa ituln lnlaifgth. rYuo oodtrsc eahv rysxeleps fdbiordne me to esepl wtih uyo, as eeshrt a rkis taht you higtm have a eprlaes. I oeph ihts pnxlnoatiae lwil sndta as my euxsec.
SLY Ay, it stands so that I may hardly 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.	YLS lelW, shnegostmi snidnatg up. Im otn esru I anc wtai ttah goln. liltS, Id heat to ees my ormefr dmears eurnrt. So I ilwl itaw, hoerevw hsefl nda doblo ylS means htat he is axlyuels aroused. flesh nda dobol may efle atuob it.
Enter a MESSENGER	A EMSERESGN .
MESSENGER Your Honors players, hearing your amendment, 110 Are come to play a pleasant comedy, For so your doctors hold it very meet, Seeing too much sadness hath congealed your blood, And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. Therefore they thought it good you hear a play 115 And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.	NSEMRGESE uorY rosnoH stcaor, aheginr of royu rrvyeceo, avhe moec to rmrfpeo a lnsapgie domeyc ofr yudnao oruy rcsodto vepapro tlyehaohdwlree. eyhT say tath oot chmu rfiusefng sha aemd uroy loodb atocaluge, nda thta sssneda dleas to nasdems. So heyt hnkti sti a dogo ieda rof uyo to htcaw a lpay nda rcetdi uyor gtuoshht wdrtoa htaugrel and imnwmoteerrt strngo neerptvvei ecmiinesd ttha eofrst nglo lfie.
SLY Marry, I will. Let them play it. Is not a comonty a Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick?	LSY kyOa, bring on het ypal. utB swath a tomnyco iWth cnmtooy, lyS is irngty to ysa edymoc utb stge hte wrod rongw, rvnee hvgain edhar it before. comonty? moeS orst of ssCtmhrai stki or yasilpd of bcoacrisat?
PAGE No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff.	EAPG No, my dogo drol, tshi is ciern sfuft.
SLY 120 What, household stuff?	SLY tWah, iekl sftuf mfor a hseou?
PAGE It is a kind of history.	GAPE No, sti a sytro.
SLY Well, well see t. Come, madam wife, sit by my side and let the world slip. We shall neer be younger.	SLY lWle, etls ahtcw it. oeCm, amamd wief, tis eerh eeidsb me. Ltse erftog uro ecsra. eerW nto nitgget yna nrgyeou.
They sit	hyTe tis.