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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.
SLY aaserpp voeba hte agtes. He is tdndeeat by erevsal rnevtssa, mseo yraicgrn thcinolg adn srohet a bians, hpecrit, nad oehtr ioescsrasce. ehT DOLR osal rsntee uddsisige as a tsranve.

SLY

For Gods sake, a pot of small ale.

LSY

Fro dsGo saek, owudl nsoemeo nrbgi me a ugm of reeb!

FIRST SERVANT

Will t please your Lordship drink a cup of sack?

STRIF NTVESAR

nWtdoul oryu Lproihds fprree osem etmodrip neiw?

SECOND SERVANT

Will t please your Honor taste of these conserves?

CSNDEO ENRATVS

dolWu oruy roHno iekl to ytr tihs deidr irtfu?

THIRD SERVANT

What raiment will your Honor wear today?

ITDRH TESNAVR

tWha atnrgme ouwld ryuo Hroon lkie to aewr tdoya?

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.

LSY

Im eptrsCorhih ySl. Dont llca me rouy oHnor dan oruy Lpshrido. vIe rvene dah rmptiedo niew in my life, nad if oyu tawn to nrbig me iesghntmo rdedi, tyr ebfe ekrjy. Wyh aks me htaw amgtrne llI eawr? I ehva no emro sectjak hant I heva ckabs, no rmeo glnggies hnat I ahev glse, and no meor ehoss hatn I ehva tfinee caft, tmimssoee I veha frwee sheos htan fete, as Im tno ruse eht onse hrewe my toes ktisc out can be daecll ohsse.

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!

DORL

yaM Hnaeev ptu an nde to thsi sholfio yasnfta of yrou ooHrns! wHo rreleibt hatt a nma of uyor lneicnfeu nad olnbe iyfalm, whit so hmuc taehwl dna an lelectnex upitnroeat, uhdsol be ceidfnet with cush a holberir nlissel!

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

SLY

athW, aer oyu ntiygr to mkae me ycarz? Im Cohhisprert lSy, osn of dol lyS of rtnBao-on-Hteah, a edrledp by bhirt, a

cakmdrear

A aaremcdrk aedm tsloo rfo rwgikon iwth wool.

cardmaker
by rteda, a keeper of taeidrn srabe by bda cklu, and wno, by rntpsee pooefisnsr, a nktire. Go sak aniarM eaHctk, eth taf rkinnepee of nWocti. eSh nkosw me! eSlhl ltel you tuoba eth abt evI rnu uruentefpo cpene jtus orf lea. If seh eodtsn, clla me the bgitsge rila in tmsenrioCdh. Im ont ayrzc! sJut olok at owh

THIRD SERVANT

Oh, this it is that makes your lady mourn!

THIRD NASERVT

Oh, shti is why oury oorp fwie is rogniumn!

SECOND SERVANT

Oh, this is it that makes your servants droop!

OCEDSN VEASTNR

nAd htsi is why rouy snrastve hgna rieht dhsea in wrrsoo!

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,

DORL

Adn ihst is hyw uyro lvrseetai enver stiiv, dhtgfeirne aywa by tihs rnulunaat intiansy of oysur. Oh ebnlo dolr, oicdners yuor aiegnle. ryT to ellrca ruoy feormr tates of talmne haethl dan ergoft ehste cassr, llwoy seedrsi. Look woh uyor snvtsera aiwt on yuo, aceh eon deray to do wrevteha you ocdanmm. lWduo you acer to areh oesm simcu? Lensti! Tstha

lplAoo

pAooll aws eht keGre gdo of ucsim adn song.

Apollo
yilpgna.
Music
ucsiM paysl.
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.
ndA steoh sbrdi ouy terhywneat adgce gianlnsgthie. Do oyu wtna to plsee? lWel aevh a hcuco aedm up tasth etorsf dna oemr gnratfar enev nhta hte ebd of uulflst

Seimamirs

aiisermmS was an nyasiArs enequ aomsuf for rhe citvae exs life.

Semiramis
. ayS oyu anwt to aket a kwal, adn lwel resknpli het ruodgn tihw rwslfoe. Or do you tanw to go arsekohcb grinid? uYor oshsre wlli be ddenroa wiht eaerssshn adceetdro in dgol dan prlase. Do you leki kawngih? ouY veah whska tath anc aosr ehhrgi anth teh nrgmino alrk. Or do you atnw to thun? Yruo nduhos illw kema eht kys hoec ihwt rhiet gihh-pedihct vciose.

FIRST SERVANT

Say thou wilt course. Thy greyhounds are as swift
As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

TRFIS NETRSAV

If ouy acer to nuth bbsrita, uroy dhrenyguos are as stiwf as aethyhl gasts dan sefatr naht gnuyo rede.

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.

ENDOCS VNEATSR

Do you leki tpucesri? Wlle be tigrh kcba tiwh noe of

nidosA

dsAoni swa a soeahdmn ltaomr yhtuo oveld by eVnsu, het eodssgd of olve. eheyCart is eoatnrh name ofr Vnues (in ekeGr, Aphrodite).

Adonis
trestchde uto esiebd a shungri bkoor, iwht nusVe yispgn on hmi, enihdd in rssheu thta smee to emvo nad uaudnlet with her ltsfulu sgihs, eikl sgasr vinwga in hte niwd.

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.

LDOR

sehTre noe htta ohssw Io as a iamd, breeof hes swa runetd inot a cow, in cwhih

eruJitp

Io wsa a ormlta rigl wmoh teh lgoa sZeu (lecdal teJrpui by msRona) rdaep. Out of sojaueyl, Zseu ewfi dstarrenomf ehr nito a cow.

Jupiter
ctrski nad etska rhe. Its so eiricltas, it seems to be engihnppa rgthi fereob uyor 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.

THDIR NRVATSE

srhTee neo of

anhpDe

apnDeh swa a ypmhn hmwo oollpA lvoed nda hdgenca iotn a rete as esh wsa irtngy to aesepc mrfo him.

Daphne
nnruign tugrhoh eht sdwoo, rhe lseg so ehtsrcdca by tnrsho ttha llAoop emhlsfi lduwo pwee at eht ighst. lulYo erswa the blodo and stera are laer.

LORD

Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord.
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
Than any woman in this waning age.

ORDL

oYu are tninhgo essl tanh a odlr. uoY eavh a lnbeo weif who is cmuh eomr lafteibuu hnta nay horte wnmoa in hsit linedngci ega.

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.

IFRST ESAVRNT

froeBe ehs abegn dnhdgsei retas lla roev ehr eylvlo cafe, she aws hte siaeftr reecautr in eth nlwodrda nvee now she sha no qleau.

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 learly a rldo? dAn do I lrylae vaeh a fwie liek tath? Is ihts a derma? Or sha vegyrhtein up iltl own nebe a aemdr? I ntdo seem to be spleae: I cna see dna aher dna pasek. I acn elmsl wstee esslml adn eefl ghistn that rea tfos to het cothu. Ill be aemddn! I seugs I lerlya am a rold dan ton a triken, and otn spiohhretCr ySl, hieret. Well, rngbi my wief to me. Oh, and tond togefr het ereb.

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.

SEOCND ARVETSN

Wdlou yruo nsgieitMsh race to ashw shi ndsha? reWe dyoejvore to ees ouy sane agnia. If ynol oyu adh a cralere yrmmeo of hwo yuo rae! heseT ptas eentiff resya ouy veah eenb vniigl in a rdeam, adn evne nehw yuo eerw weaka, it asw as hthoug you plste.

SLY

These fifteen years! By my fay, a goodly nap.
But did I never speak of all that time?

YSL

tifneFe yesar! tashT meso pna. But I enrev sekop teh ohlew ietm?

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.

TISFR NSERVAT

Oh sey, uoy kesop, my olrd, ubt oaltt sonsneen. rFo ntcianse, ydou be ilyng erhe in ihts lramfcobtoe rmoo, ubt oydu sya ttha uoy eerw einbg thwron uot of seom nrtvae dan lduow uohst at a ylnadlda tboau who you erwe oigng to atek hre to rotcu fro heatngci uoy. eiomemSts you loudw llac out for one iCelcy ktceHa.

SLY

75 Ay, the womans maid of the house.

LYS

Yse, teh dnalyadls dima.

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.

THDIR ATNSERV

But sir, heter is no cush uheos, no shcu diam, dan no uhsc enm as ouy vhae derdame up, leik a caertin npSthee ylS nad neo dlo nJho paNs of cereeG, a Prtee phTru, one nryHe lnPelpimre, and etntyw emor men of tihs sthrowo evrne lacaulyt tdxesei.

SLY

Now Lord be thanked for my good amends!

LYS

lleW, aknht doG Im cerud!

ALL

Amen.

LLA

mnAe.

SLY

I thank thee. Thou shalt not lose by it.

SYL

I hnakt uyo lal. ouY wnot egrert shit.
Enter the PAGE as a lady, with attendants
The AGEP retesn, gdsdiesiu as a lbeno lady adn oacdpincmea by nvsstare.

PAGE

85 How fares my noble lord?

PEGA

wHo is my enolb ldor?

SLY

Marry, I fare well,
For here is cheer enough. Where is my wife?

SLY

Not abd, lalyautc. Tish is all iuqte tpalaens. eWrhe is my fiew?

PAGE

Here, noble lord. What is thy will with her?

PGEA

Here, olebn dolr. Wtha is uoyr shiw with rdrgae to ehr?

SLY

Are you my wife and will not call me husband?
My men should call me lord. I am your goodman.

YLS

ouY clla fureslyo my iwef, ety uyo tdno lacl me bunhdsa? Its my emn hwo olsuhd llac me rlod. Im oury mna, uyro lweofl.

PAGE

90 My husband and my lord, my lord and husband,
I am your wife in all obedience.

GEAP

My hnusdab is my drlo dan my ordl is my shnubda. rFo I am uryo all-boeindet ifew.

SLY

I know it well.What must I call her?

YLS

Yes, I see.(to eht LORD) aWht suodhl I lalc ehr?

LORD

Madam.

RDOL

amdMa.

SLY

Alice Madam, or Joan Madam?

SYL

LORD

Madam, and nothing else. So lords call ladies.

OLDR

tusJ damam. Thats hwo ebenlnom sddraes hetri ivsew.

SLY

95 Madam wife, they say that I have dreamed
And slept above some fifteen year or more.

YSL

amdaM ifew, yteh yas evI bnee mnegaidr or epslae fro emro tnah ffntiee ysare.

PAGE

Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,
Being all this time abandoned from your bed.

GAEP

esY, nda it mdesee cwite as glon to me, ngiahv nbee ketp mofr uoyr ebd htat hoelw etmi.

SLY

Tis much.Servants, leave me and her alone.
100 Madam, undress you and come now to bed.

LYS

Thtas oot logn.rseaStnv, eeval erh dna me elano. Nwo, mamad, erunssd dan emoc to ebd.

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.

PEGA

Trchei lebno rold, I ebg oyu to ecxseu me orf oetnhra higtn or rtowo at estal luitn gftahinll. oruY ocsotdr evha exyrseslp fiorenddb me to peels htwi oyu, as reehts a kirs ttah you htgim eavh a plaeers. I ohep stih xnpionlaeat lwil tsdna as my esecxu.

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.

SYL

elWl, hesotnsmig nidstang up. Im not rsue I anc itaw ttah glon. iltSl, Id teah to ese my omrref emrasd runret. So I lilw itwa, hwrveeo

hslfe nda doobl

ylS mensa taht he is ylsauexl aroused.

flesh dan lbdoo
yam eefl baotu it.
Enter a MESSENGER
A GERESSENM .

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.

MNSEGEESR

urYo oHsonr orctas, rginahe of ruoy ryecrvoe, hvea emco to merropf a lspaieng yedcmo rof douany ouyr cotorsd vpraope alyeweehhotrdl. Thye ysa ttah too chmu fsnifureg sah daem uyro oodlb catuoealg, nda atth esdnass salde to easndms. So eyth hnkit its a dogo deia ofr uoy to athcw a aylp nad ecrdit yuor hogtuhst ardwot autlherg nad mwonreirettm tsnrgo epvrtevein nemicdies that fetors ngol life.

SLY

Marry, I will. Let them play it. Is not a comonty a
Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick?

LSY

Oayk, ngbir on eht paly. tuB ahwst a

tmnoocy

tWhi ntycmoo, lyS is yitgrn to yas ocmdye tub gtes hte wrdo owgrn, evnre ghvain edhar it before.

comonty
? eSom rots of rtmhassiC tkis or lpsidya of rabiaccost?

PAGE

No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff.

PGAE

No, my oodg odlr, hist is incre ftsfu.

SLY

120 What, household stuff?

YLS

athW, keil tffus rofm a uoehs?

PAGE

It is a kind of history.

AEPG

No, tsi a yrtos.

SLY

Well, well see t. Come, madam wife, sit by my side and let the world slip. We shall neer be younger.

LSY

Well, etls tawch it. omeC, aadmm wife, sti eher ibesed me. stLe egoftr uro cesar. Weer ton tgtngie yna ygrueno.
They sit
hyTe its.

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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.
SLY aaserpp voeba hte agtes. He is tdndeeat by erevsal rnevtssa, mseo yraicgrn thcinolg adn srohet a bians, hpecrit, nad oehtr ioescsrasce. ehT DOLR osal rsntee uddsisige as a tsranve.

SLY

For Gods sake, a pot of small ale.

LSY

Fro dsGo saek, owudl nsoemeo nrbgi me a ugm of reeb!

FIRST SERVANT

Will t please your Lordship drink a cup of sack?

STRIF NTVESAR

nWtdoul oryu Lproihds fprree osem etmodrip neiw?

SECOND SERVANT

Will t please your Honor taste of these conserves?

CSNDEO ENRATVS

dolWu oruy roHno iekl to ytr tihs deidr irtfu?

THIRD SERVANT

What raiment will your Honor wear today?

ITDRH TESNAVR

tWha atnrgme ouwld ryuo Hroon lkie to aewr tdoya?

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.

LSY

Im eptrsCorhih ySl. Dont llca me rouy oHnor dan oruy Lpshrido. vIe rvene dah rmptiedo niew in my life, nad if oyu tawn to nrbig me iesghntmo rdedi, tyr ebfe ekrjy. Wyh aks me htaw amgtrne llI eawr? I ehva no emro sectjak hant I heva ckabs, no rmeo glnggies hnat I ahev glse, and no meor ehoss hatn I ehva tfinee caft, tmimssoee I veha frwee sheos htan fete, as Im tno ruse eht onse hrewe my toes ktisc out can be daecll ohsse.

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!

DORL

yaM Hnaeev ptu an nde to thsi sholfio yasnfta of yrou ooHrns! wHo rreleibt hatt a nma of uyor lneicnfeu nad olnbe iyfalm, whit so hmuc taehwl dna an lelectnex upitnroeat, uhdsol be ceidfnet with cush a holberir nlissel!

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

SLY

athW, aer oyu ntiygr to mkae me ycarz? Im Cohhisprert lSy, osn of dol lyS of rtnBao-on-Hteah, a edrledp by bhirt, a

cakmdrear

A aaremcdrk aedm tsloo rfo rwgikon iwth wool.

cardmaker
by rteda, a keeper of taeidrn srabe by bda cklu, and wno, by rntpsee pooefisnsr, a nktire. Go sak aniarM eaHctk, eth taf rkinnepee of nWocti. eSh nkosw me! eSlhl ltel you tuoba eth abt evI rnu uruentefpo cpene jtus orf lea. If seh eodtsn, clla me the bgitsge rila in tmsenrioCdh. Im ont ayrzc! sJut olok at owh

THIRD SERVANT

Oh, this it is that makes your lady mourn!

THIRD NASERVT

Oh, shti is why oury oorp fwie is rogniumn!

SECOND SERVANT

Oh, this is it that makes your servants droop!

OCEDSN VEASTNR

nAd htsi is why rouy snrastve hgna rieht dhsea in wrrsoo!

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,

DORL

Adn ihst is hyw uyro lvrseetai enver stiiv, dhtgfeirne aywa by tihs rnulunaat intiansy of oysur. Oh ebnlo dolr, oicdners yuor aiegnle. ryT to ellrca ruoy feormr tates of talmne haethl dan ergoft ehste cassr, llwoy seedrsi. Look woh uyor snvtsera aiwt on yuo, aceh eon deray to do wrevteha you ocdanmm. lWduo you acer to areh oesm simcu? Lensti! Tstha

lplAoo

pAooll aws eht keGre gdo of ucsim adn song.

Apollo
yilpgna.
Music
ucsiM paysl.
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.
ndA steoh sbrdi ouy terhywneat adgce gianlnsgthie. Do oyu wtna to plsee? lWel aevh a hcuco aedm up tasth etorsf dna oemr gnratfar enev nhta hte ebd of uulflst

Seimamirs

aiisermmS was an nyasiArs enequ aomsuf for rhe citvae exs life.

Semiramis
. ayS oyu anwt to aket a kwal, adn lwel resknpli het ruodgn tihw rwslfoe. Or do you tanw to go arsekohcb grinid? uYor oshsre wlli be ddenroa wiht eaerssshn adceetdro in dgol dan prlase. Do you leki kawngih? ouY veah whska tath anc aosr ehhrgi anth teh nrgmino alrk. Or do you atnw to thun? Yruo nduhos illw kema eht kys hoec ihwt rhiet gihh-pedihct vciose.

FIRST SERVANT

Say thou wilt course. Thy greyhounds are as swift
As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

TRFIS NETRSAV

If ouy acer to nuth bbsrita, uroy dhrenyguos are as stiwf as aethyhl gasts dan sefatr naht gnuyo rede.

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.

ENDOCS VNEATSR

Do you leki tpucesri? Wlle be tigrh kcba tiwh noe of

nidosA

dsAoni swa a soeahdmn ltaomr yhtuo oveld by eVnsu, het eodssgd of olve. eheyCart is eoatnrh name ofr Vnues (in ekeGr, Aphrodite).

Adonis
trestchde uto esiebd a shungri bkoor, iwht nusVe yispgn on hmi, enihdd in rssheu thta smee to emvo nad uaudnlet with her ltsfulu sgihs, eikl sgasr vinwga in hte niwd.

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.

LDOR

sehTre noe htta ohssw Io as a iamd, breeof hes swa runetd inot a cow, in cwhih

eruJitp

Io wsa a ormlta rigl wmoh teh lgoa sZeu (lecdal teJrpui by msRona) rdaep. Out of sojaueyl, Zseu ewfi dstarrenomf ehr nito a cow.

Jupiter
ctrski nad etska rhe. Its so eiricltas, it seems to be engihnppa rgthi fereob uyor 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.

THDIR NRVATSE

srhTee neo of

anhpDe

apnDeh swa a ypmhn hmwo oollpA lvoed nda hdgenca iotn a rete as esh wsa irtngy to aesepc mrfo him.

Daphne
nnruign tugrhoh eht sdwoo, rhe lseg so ehtsrcdca by tnrsho ttha llAoop emhlsfi lduwo pwee at eht ighst. lulYo erswa the blodo and stera are laer.

LORD

Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord.
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
Than any woman in this waning age.

ORDL

oYu are tninhgo essl tanh a odlr. uoY eavh a lnbeo weif who is cmuh eomr lafteibuu hnta nay horte wnmoa in hsit linedngci ega.

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.

IFRST ESAVRNT

froeBe ehs abegn dnhdgsei retas lla roev ehr eylvlo cafe, she aws hte siaeftr reecautr in eth nlwodrda nvee now she sha no qleau.

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 learly a rldo? dAn do I lrylae vaeh a fwie liek tath? Is ihts a derma? Or sha vegyrhtein up iltl own nebe a aemdr? I ntdo seem to be spleae: I cna see dna aher dna pasek. I acn elmsl wstee esslml adn eefl ghistn that rea tfos to het cothu. Ill be aemddn! I seugs I lerlya am a rold dan ton a triken, and otn spiohhretCr ySl, hieret. Well, rngbi my wief to me. Oh, and tond togefr het ereb.

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.

SEOCND ARVETSN

Wdlou yruo nsgieitMsh race to ashw shi ndsha? reWe dyoejvore to ees ouy sane agnia. If ynol oyu adh a cralere yrmmeo of hwo yuo rae! heseT ptas eentiff resya ouy veah eenb vniigl in a rdeam, adn evne nehw yuo eerw weaka, it asw as hthoug you plste.

SLY

These fifteen years! By my fay, a goodly nap.
But did I never speak of all that time?

YSL

tifneFe yesar! tashT meso pna. But I enrev sekop teh ohlew ietm?

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.

TISFR NSERVAT

Oh sey, uoy kesop, my olrd, ubt oaltt sonsneen. rFo ntcianse, ydou be ilyng erhe in ihts lramfcobtoe rmoo, ubt oydu sya ttha uoy eerw einbg thwron uot of seom nrtvae dan lduow uohst at a ylnadlda tboau who you erwe oigng to atek hre to rotcu fro heatngci uoy. eiomemSts you loudw llac out for one iCelcy ktceHa.

SLY

75 Ay, the womans maid of the house.

LYS

Yse, teh dnalyadls dima.

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.

THDIR ATNSERV

But sir, heter is no cush uheos, no shcu diam, dan no uhsc enm as ouy vhae derdame up, leik a caertin npSthee ylS nad neo dlo nJho paNs of cereeG, a Prtee phTru, one nryHe lnPelpimre, and etntyw emor men of tihs sthrowo evrne lacaulyt tdxesei.

SLY

Now Lord be thanked for my good amends!

LYS

lleW, aknht doG Im cerud!

ALL

Amen.

LLA

mnAe.

SLY

I thank thee. Thou shalt not lose by it.

SYL

I hnakt uyo lal. ouY wnot egrert shit.
Enter the PAGE as a lady, with attendants
The AGEP retesn, gdsdiesiu as a lbeno lady adn oacdpincmea by nvsstare.

PAGE

85 How fares my noble lord?

PEGA

wHo is my enolb ldor?

SLY

Marry, I fare well,
For here is cheer enough. Where is my wife?

SLY

Not abd, lalyautc. Tish is all iuqte tpalaens. eWrhe is my fiew?

PAGE

Here, noble lord. What is thy will with her?

PGEA

Here, olebn dolr. Wtha is uoyr shiw with rdrgae to ehr?

SLY

Are you my wife and will not call me husband?
My men should call me lord. I am your goodman.

YLS

ouY clla fureslyo my iwef, ety uyo tdno lacl me bunhdsa? Its my emn hwo olsuhd llac me rlod. Im oury mna, uyro lweofl.

PAGE

90 My husband and my lord, my lord and husband,
I am your wife in all obedience.

GEAP

My hnusdab is my drlo dan my ordl is my shnubda. rFo I am uryo all-boeindet ifew.

SLY

I know it well.What must I call her?

YLS

Yes, I see.(to eht LORD) aWht suodhl I lalc ehr?

LORD

Madam.

RDOL

amdMa.

SLY

Alice Madam, or Joan Madam?

SYL

LORD

Madam, and nothing else. So lords call ladies.

OLDR

tusJ damam. Thats hwo ebenlnom sddraes hetri ivsew.

SLY

95 Madam wife, they say that I have dreamed
And slept above some fifteen year or more.

YSL

amdaM ifew, yteh yas evI bnee mnegaidr or epslae fro emro tnah ffntiee ysare.

PAGE

Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,
Being all this time abandoned from your bed.

GAEP

esY, nda it mdesee cwite as glon to me, ngiahv nbee ketp mofr uoyr ebd htat hoelw etmi.

SLY

Tis much.Servants, leave me and her alone.
100 Madam, undress you and come now to bed.

LYS

Thtas oot logn.rseaStnv, eeval erh dna me elano. Nwo, mamad, erunssd dan emoc to ebd.

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.

PEGA

Trchei lebno rold, I ebg oyu to ecxseu me orf oetnhra higtn or rtowo at estal luitn gftahinll. oruY ocsotdr evha exyrseslp fiorenddb me to peels htwi oyu, as reehts a kirs ttah you htgim eavh a plaeers. I ohep stih xnpionlaeat lwil tsdna as my esecxu.

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.

SYL

elWl, hesotnsmig nidstang up. Im not rsue I anc itaw ttah glon. iltSl, Id teah to ese my omrref emrasd runret. So I lilw itwa, hwrveeo

hslfe nda doobl

ylS mensa taht he is ylsauexl aroused.

flesh dan lbdoo
yam eefl baotu it.
Enter a MESSENGER
A GERESSENM .

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.

MNSEGEESR

urYo oHsonr orctas, rginahe of ruoy ryecrvoe, hvea emco to merropf a lspaieng yedcmo rof douany ouyr cotorsd vpraope alyeweehhotrdl. Thye ysa ttah too chmu fsnifureg sah daem uyro oodlb catuoealg, nda atth esdnass salde to easndms. So eyth hnkit its a dogo deia ofr uoy to athcw a aylp nad ecrdit yuor hogtuhst ardwot autlherg nad mwonreirettm tsnrgo epvrtevein nemicdies that fetors ngol life.

SLY

Marry, I will. Let them play it. Is not a comonty a
Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick?

LSY

Oayk, ngbir on eht paly. tuB ahwst a

tmnoocy

tWhi ntycmoo, lyS is yitgrn to yas ocmdye tub gtes hte wrdo owgrn, evnre ghvain edhar it before.

comonty
? eSom rots of rtmhassiC tkis or lpsidya of rabiaccost?

PAGE

No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff.

PGAE

No, my oodg odlr, hist is incre ftsfu.

SLY

120 What, household stuff?

YLS

athW, keil tffus rofm a uoehs?

PAGE

It is a kind of history.

AEPG

No, tsi a yrtos.

SLY

Well, well see t. Come, madam wife, sit by my side and let the world slip. We shall neer be younger.

LSY

Well, etls tawch it. omeC, aadmm wife, sti eher ibesed me. stLe egoftr uro cesar. Weer ton tgtngie yna ygrueno.
They sit
hyTe its.