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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;
Or when you waked, so waked as if you slept.
SLY:
These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap.
But did I never speak of all that time?
First Servant:
O, yes, my lord, but very idle words:
For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,
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 seal'd quarts:
Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.
SLY:
Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
Third Servant:
Why, sir, you know no house nor no such maid,
Nor no such men as you have reckon'd up,
As Stephen Sly and did John Naps of Greece
And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell
And twenty more such names and men as these
Which never were nor no man ever saw.
SLY:
Now Lord be thanked for my good amends!
ALL:
Amen.
SLY:
I thank thee: thou shalt not lose by it.
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 husband;
I am your wife in all obedience.
SLY:
I know it well. What must I call her?
Lord:
Madam.
SLY:
Al'ce madam, or Joan madam?
Lord:
'Madam,' and nothing else: so lords
call ladies.
SLY:
Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd
And slept above some fifteen year or 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 charged,
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 loath to fall into
my dreams again: I will therefore tarry in
despite of the flesh and the blood.
Messenger:
Your honour's players, heating your amendment,
Are come to play a pleasant comedy;
For so your doctors hold it very meet,