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And twenty caged nightingales do sing :
soar Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. i Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds
are as swift As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch
thee straight 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.
Lord. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid; And how she was beguiled and surpris’d, As lively painted as the deed was done. 3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny
wood; Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds: And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord:
Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady? Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now? I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak; I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things:Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed; And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; And once again, a pot o'the smallest ale. 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash
[Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd! 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?
i Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words:-
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?
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.
Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it: Is not a commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumblingtrick?? Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing
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.
Enter Lucentio and TRANIO. Luc. Tranio, since—for the great desire I had To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd With his good will, and thy good company, Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all; Here let us breathe, and happily institute A course of learning, and ingenious studies. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens, Gave me my being, and my father first, A merchant of great traffick through the world, Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii. Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence, It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv’d, To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue, and that part of philosophy Will I apply, that treats of happiness By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd. Tell me thy mind: for I have Pisa left, And am to Padua come; as he that leaves A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep, And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.
8- 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."
9- to serve all hopes conceiv’d,] To fulfil the expectations of his friends. VOL. IV.