MR William Shakespeare His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies; Set Out by Himself in Quarto, or by the Players His Fellows in Folio, and Now Faithfully Republish'd from Those Editions in Ten Volumes Octavo with an Introduction Whereunto

MR William Shakespeare His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies; Set Out by Himself in Quarto, or by the Players His Fellows in Folio, and Now Faithfully Republish'd from Those Editions in Ten Volumes Octavo with an Introduction Whereunto

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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. 1768 edition. Excerpt: ...a word with you. Ham. Sir, a whole history. Gui. The king, sir, --Ham. Ay, sir, what of him? Gui. Is, in his retirement, marvelous distemper'd. Ham. With drink, sir? Gui. No, my lord, with choler. Ham. Your wisdom should shew itself more richer, to signify this to the doctor; for, for me to put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge him into more choler. Gui. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair. Ham. I am tame, sir; pronounce. Gui. The queen, your mother, in most great asfliction of spirit, hath sent me to you: Ham. You are welcome. with great Ceremony. Gui. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's commandment: if not, your pardon, and my return, shall be the end of business. Ham. Sir, I cannot. Res. What, my lord? Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseas'd: But, sir, such answer as l can make, you shall command; or, rather, as you fay, my mother: therefore no more, but to the matter; My mother, you fay, --Roi. Then thus she fays; Your behaviour hath strook her into amazement and admiration. Ham. O wondersul son, that can so'stonish a morher!_ But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration? impart. Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you go to bed. Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any surther trade with us? Ros. My lord, you once did love me. Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griess to your friend. Ham. Sir, I lack advancement. Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice of the king...show more

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  • Paperback | 94 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 181g
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  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236554116
  • 9781236554116