The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare; According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Volume 3

The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare; According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Volume 3

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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. 1844 edition. Excerpt: ...not a worm, an adder, do so much? An adder did it; for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. Dem. You spend your passion on a misprised mood: 2 I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore? Her. A privilege, never to see me more;--And from thy hated presence part I so. See me no more, whether he be dead or no. Exit. Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: Here, therefore, for awhile I will remain. So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; Exploit. 2 In a mistaken manner. Which now in some slight measure it will'pay, If for his tender here I make some stay, lies down. Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite, And laid the love-juice on some true love's sight: Of thy misprision1 must perforce ensue Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind. And Helena of Athens look thou find: All fancy-sick2 she is, and pale of cheer5 With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear. By some illusion see thou bring her here: I 'll charm his eyes, against she do appeal. Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go; Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. Exit. Obe. Flower of this purple die, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye! When his love he doth espy, Let her shine as gloriously As the Venus of the sky. When thou wakest, if she be by. Beg of her for remedy. Re-enter Puck. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand; And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's...show more

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  • Paperback | 72 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 145g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236638557
  • 9781236638557