Messenger Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. Sly Marry, I will. Let them play it. Is not a comonty a Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick? Page No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff. Sly What, household stuff? Page It is a kind of history. Read more about Act Introduction, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “comonty”
Messenger Your honor's players, hearing your amendment, 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 And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. Read more about Act Introduction, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “Your honor’s players”
Page How fares my noble lord? Sly Marry, I fare well for here is cheer enough. Read more about Act Introduction, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “Marry, I fare well for here is cheer enough”
Sly Now Lord be thanked for my good amends. All Amen Read more about Act Introduction, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “for my good amends … Amen.”
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 sealed quarts. Read more about Act Introduction, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “she brought stone jugs and no sealed quarts”
Sly Am I a lord, and have I such a lady? Or do I dream? Or have I dreamed 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 Christopher Sly. Well, bring our lady hither to our sight, And once again, a pot o’ th’ smallest ale. Read more about Act Introduction, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “bring our lady hither to our sight”
