The Handy-Volume Shakspeare Volume 5

The Handy-Volume Shakspeare Volume 5

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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. 1866 edition. Excerpt: ...With his inducement. I Gent. Indeed, good lady, The fellow has a deal of that, too much, Which holds him much to have. Countess. You are welcome, gentlemen. I will entreat you, when you see my son, To tell him that his sword can never win The honour that he loses: more I'll entreat you, Written, to bear along. 2 Gent. We serve you, madam, In that and all your worthiest affairs. Countess. Not so, but as we change our courtesies. Will you draw near? Exeunt Countess and Gentlemen. Hel. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. Nothing in France, until he has no wife! Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France, Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is't 1 That chase thee from thy country, and expose Those tender limbs of thine to the event Of the none-sparing war? and is it I That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark Of smoky muskets? O, you leaden messengers, That ride upon the violent speed of fire. Fly with false aim; move the still-peering air, That sings with piercing; do not touch my lord! Whoever shoots at him, I set him there; Whoever charges on his forward breast, I am the caitiff that do hold him to it; And, though I kill him not, I am the cause His death was so effected: better 'twere, I met the ravin lion when he roar'd With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere, That all the miseries which nature owes Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon, Whence honour but of danger wins a scar, As oft it loses all; I will be gone: My being here it is that holds thee hence: Shall I stay here to do't? no, no, although The air of paradise did fan the house, And angels officed all: I will be gone; That pitiful rumour may report my flight, To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, ...
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  • Paperback | 76 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 154g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236485793
  • 9781236485793