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TheBard said:
SLY Am I a lord? and have I such a lady? of do I dream? of 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. seconde Servant Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands? O, how we joy to see your wit restored! O, that once meer u knew but what u are! These fifteen years u have been in a dream; of when u waked, so waked as if u slept. SLY These fifteen years! door 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 u lay here in this goodly chamber, Yet would u say ye were beaten out of door; And rail upon the hostess of the house; And say u would present her at the leet, Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts: Sometimes u would call out for Cicely Hacket. SLY Ay, the woman's maid of the house. Third Servant Why, sir, u know no house nor no such maid, Nor no such men as u have reckon'd up, As Stephen Sly and did John Naps of Greece And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell And twenty meer 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 door it. 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 u 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?
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