King John. a Midsommer Nights Dreame. All's Well That Ends Well

King John. a Midsommer Nights Dreame. All's Well That Ends Well

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaintance, good Master Murtard-reede. Tita. Come waite upon him, lead him to my bower. The Moone me-thinks, lookes with a watrie eie, And when she weepes, weepe everie little flower, Lamenting some enforced chastitie. Tye up my lovers tongue, bring him silently. Exit.3 Scene ii. Another part of the wood. Enter King of Pharier, rolur. Oh. I wonder if Titania be awak't; Then what it was that next came in her eye, Which she must dote on, in extremitiefb Enter Pueke. Here comes my messenger: how now mad spirit, What night-rule1 now about this gaunted grove? 1 revelry Puel'. My Mistris with a monster is in love, Neere to her close and consecrated bower, While she was in her dull and sleeping hower, 10 A crew of patches,2 rude Mcehanicals, 2 downr That worke for bread upon Athenian stals, Were met together to rehearse a Play, Intended for great Thereur nuptiall day: The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,3 3 erew Who Piramur presented, in their sport, Forsooke his Scene, and entred in a brake, When I did him at this advantage take, 203. you: your--3-4F. 2.07..weepe: weeps-IQ. Z09. lowerr: love's--Porz. 7. gaunted: haunted--Q, g.2-4F. ll. Meehanicals: meehanieals--Qg.2-4.F An Asses nole1 I fixed on his head. 1 head Anon his Thirhie must be answered, 20 And forth my Mimmick comes: when they him spie, As Wilde-geese, that the creeping Fowler eye, Or russed-pated choughes, many in sort (Rising and cawing at the guns report) Sever themselves, and madly sweepe the skye: So at his sight, away his fellowes flye, And at our stampe, here ore and ore one fals; He murther cries, and helpe from Athenr cals. Their sense thus weake, lost with their fears thus strong, Made senselesse...show more

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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 159g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236971078
  • 9781236971074