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