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Oh that once more you knew but what you are:
These fifteene yeeres you have bin in a dreame,
Or when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you fept.
Beg. These fifteene yeeres, by my fay, a goodly nap,
But did I neuer speake of all that time.
1 Man. Oh yes my lord, but verie idle words
For though you lay heere in this goodlie chamber,
Yet would you say, ye weare beaten out of doore,
And raile vpon the hostesse of the house,
And say you would present her at the leete,
Because she brought stone-iugs, and no feal'd quarts :
Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.
Beg. I, the womans maid of the house.
3 Man. Why sir you know no house, nor no such maid Nor no such men as you
As Stephen Slie, and old Tohn Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turpb, and Henry Pimpernell,
And twentie more such names and men as these,
Which neuer were, por no man euer saw.
Beg. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends.
Enter Ladie with attendants.
Beg. I thanke thee, thou shalt not loose by it.
Lady. How fares my noble lord ?
Beg. Marrie I fare well, for heere is cheere enough.
Where is my wife?
Lady. Heere noble lord, what is thy will with her
Beg. Are you my wife and will dot call mee husband ? My men Nould call mee lord, I am your good-man.
Lady. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband I am your wife in all obedience.
Beg. I know it well, what must I call her ?
Beg. Alce madam, or lone madam ?
Lord. Madam, and nothing else, so lords call ladies.
Beg. Madame wife, they say that I haue dream'd,
And Nept about some fifteene yeare or more.
Lady. I, and the time seeme's thirty vnto me, Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.
Beg. 'Tis much, feruants leaue me and her alone :
Madam vndresse you, and come now to bed.
Lady. Thrice noble lord, let me intreate of you
To pardon me yet for a night or two;
Or if not so, vntil the sun be set.
For your physitions have expressely charg'd,
In perill to incurre you former malady, .
That I should yet absent me from your bed :
I hope this reason stands for my excuse.
Beg. I, It stands fo that I may hardly tarry so long: But I would be loth to fall into my dreames againe: I will therefore tarrie in despight of the Aesh and the blood.
Mel. Your honors players hearing your amendment,
Are come to play a pleasant comedie,
For so your doctors hold it verie meete,
Seeing too much sadnesse hath congeald your blood,
And melancholly is the nurse of frenzie,
Therefore they thought it good you heare a play,
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which barres a thoufand harmes and lengthens life.
Beg. Marrie I will let them play, it is not a commontie, a Christmas gambold, or a tumbling tricke?
Lady. No my good lord, it is more pleasing stuffe.
Beg. What houshold stuffe.
Lady. It is a kind of history.
Beg. Well, we'l fee't :
Com madam wife fit by my side,
And let the world nip, wee shall nere be yonger.
Flourisb. Enter Lucentio, and his man Triano.
Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I had
To see faire Padua, nurserie of arts,
I, am arriu'd for fruitfull Lumbardie,
The pleasant garden of great Italy,
And by my fathers loue and leaue am arm'd
With his good will, and thy good companie.
My trustie feruant well approu'd in all,
Heere let vs breath, and haply institute
A course of learning, and ingenious studies.
Pisa renowned for graue citizens
Gaue me my being, and my father first
A merchant of great trafficke through the world :
Vincentic's come of the Bentiuolij,
Viccentio's sonne, brought vp in Florence,
It shall become to ferue all hopes conceiu'd
To decke his fortune with his vertuous deedes :
And therefore Tranio, for the time I studie,
Vertue and that part of philosophie
Will I applie, that treates of happinesse,
By vertue fpecially to be atchieu'd.
Tell me thy minde, for I haue Pila left,
And am to Padua come, as he that leaues
A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deepe,
And with sacietie seekes to quench his thirst.
Tra. Me pardinato, gentle maister mine :
I am in all affected as yourselfe,
Glad that you thus continue your resolue,
To suck the sweets of sweete philosophie.
Onely (good master) while we do admire
This vertue and this morall discipline,
Let's be no stoickes, nor no stockes I pray,
Or so deuote to Aristotles checkes
As Ouid; be an out-cast quite abiur'd:
Balke logicke with acquaintance that you haue,
And practise rhetoricke in your common talke,
Musicke and poesie vse, to quicken you,
The mathematickes and the metaphysickes
Fall to them as you finde your stomacke serues you :
No profit growes where is no pleafure tane :
In briefe fir, studie what you most affect.
Luc. Gramercies Tranio, well dost thou aduise,
If Biondello thou wert come alhore,
We could at once put ys in readinesse,
And take a lodging fit to entertaine
Such friendes (as time) in Padua hall beget.
But stay a while, what companie is this?
Tra. Mafter some thew to welcome vs to towne.
Enter Baptista with and his two daughters, Katerina Bianca, Gremio a pantelowne, Hortentio fister to Bianca.
Lucen Tranio, stand by.
Bap. Gentlemen importune me no farther,
For how I firmly am resolu'd you know :
That is, not to bestow my yongest daughter,
Before I haue a husband for the elder :
If either of you both loue Katherina,
Because I know you well, and loue you well,
Leane shall you have to court her at your pleasure.
Gre. To cart her rather. She's to rough for mee,
There, there Hortensio, will you any wife?
Kate. I pray you sir, is it your will
To make a stale of me amongst these mates?
Hor. Mates maid, how meape you that?
No mates for you,
Vnlelle you were of gentler milder mould.
Kate. I faith fir, you shall neuer need to feare,
I wis it is not halfe way to her heart :
But if it were, doubt not, her care should be,
To combe your noddle with a three-legg'd stoole,
And paint your face, and vse you like a foole.
Hor. From all such diuels, good Lord deliuer vs.
Gre. And me too, good Lord.
Tra. Husht master, heeres some good pastime toward ;
That wench is starke mad, or wonderfull froward,
Lucen. But in the others filence do I see,
Maids milde behauiour and fobrietie.
Tra. Well faid Mr. mum, and gaze your fill.
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soone make good
What I haue said Bianca get you in,
And let it not displease thee good Bianca,
For I will loue thee nere the lesse my girle.
Kate. A pretty peate, 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 fubscribe :
My bookes and instruments shall be my companie,
On them to looke, and practise by my selfe.
Luc. Harke Tranio, thou maist heare Minerua speak.
Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange,
Sorrie am I that our good will effects
Gre. Why will you mew her vp
(Signior Baptista) for this fiend of hell,
And make her beare the pennance of her tongue.
Bay. Gentlemen content ye: I am resolu'd :
Go in Bianca.