Edward hopper paintings

Edward hopper paintings
Mary Cassatt paintings
'Madam,' and nothing else: so lordscall ladies.
SLY
Madam wife, they say that I have dream'dAnd slept above some fifteen year or more.
Page
Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.
SLY
'Tis much. Servants, leave me and her alone.Madam, undress you and come now to bed.
Page
Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of youTo pardon me yet for a night or two,Or, if not so, until the sun be set:For your physicians have expressly charged,In peril to incur your former malady,That I should yet absent me from your bed:I hope this reason stands for my excuse.
SLY
Ay, it stands so that I may hardlytarry so long. But I would be loath to fall intomy dreams again: I will therefore tarry indespite of the flesh and the blood.
[Enter a Messenger]
Messenger
Your honour's players, heating your amendment,Are come to play a pleasant comedy;For so your doctors hold it very meet,Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy:Therefore they thought it good you hear a playAnd frame your mind to mirth and merriment,Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.