The Family Shakespeare; In Which Nothing Is Added to the Original Text, But Those Words and Expressions Are Omitted Which Cannot with Propriety Be Read in a Family Volume 1

The Family Shakespeare; In Which Nothing Is Added to the Original Text, But Those Words and Expressions Are Omitted Which Cannot with Propriety Be Read in a Family Volume 1

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1853 edition. Excerpt: ...Dear lady, Olivia Give me leave, I beseech you: 1 did send, After the last enchantment you did here, A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you: Under your hard construction must I sit, To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Which you knew none of yours: W hat might you think? Have you not set mine honour at the stake, And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts That tyrannous heart can think? Toone of yourreceiving1 Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom, Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak. Viola. I pity you. Olivia. That's a degree to love. Viola. No, not a grise;2 for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies. Olivia. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again; O, world, how apt the poor are to be proud! If one should be a prey, how much the better To fall before the lion, than the wolf? Clock strikes. The clock ipbraids me with the waste of time, --Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, 1 Eeady apprehension. 2 Step. Your wife is like to reap a proper man: There lies your way, due west. Viola. Then westward-hoe: Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? Olivia. Stay: I pr'ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. Viola. That you do think, you are not what you are. Olivia. If I think so, I think the same of you. Viola. Then think you right; I am not what I am. Olivia. I would you were as I would have you be! Viola. Would it be better, madam, than I am, I wish it might; for now I am your fool. Olivia. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon....show more

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  • Paperback | 140 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 8mm | 263g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236546911
  • 9781236546913