- Sly
- I say wele have no sending to prison.
- Page
- My lord this is but the play, they're but in jest.
- Sly
- I tell thee wele have no sending, therefore I say they shall not go to prison.
- Page
- No more they shall not my lord.
- Sly
- Then gis some more drink, and let them play againe.
- Page
- Here my lord.
- Hostess
- Now that the darkesome night is overpast,
And dawning day apeares in cristall sky,
Now must I hast abroad: but soft whose this?
What Sly oh wondrous hath he laine here allnight,
Ile wake him, I think he's starved by this,
But that his belly was so stuft with ale,
What how Sly, Awake for shame.
- Sly
- Gis some more wine: whats all the
Plaiers gon: am not I a Lord?
- Hostess
- A Lord with a murrin: come art thou
dronken still?
- Sly
- Whose this? Hostess, oh Lord, I have had
The bravest dream to night, that ever thou
Hardest in all thy life.
- Hostess
- I marry but you had best get you home,
For your wife will course you for dreming here to night.
- Sly
- Will she? I know now how to tame a shrew,
I dreamt upon it all this night till now,
And thou has wakt me out of the best dreame
That ever I had in my life, but Ile to my
Wife presently and tame her too
And if she anger me.
- Hostess
- Nay tarry Sly for Ile go home with thee,
And hear the rest that thou hast dreamt to night.