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