The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare Complete in 13 Volumes Volume 1

The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare Complete in 13 Volumes 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. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ...least that let men know their love. Jul. I would I knew his mind. Luc. Peruse this paper, madam. Jul. To Julia, --say, from whom? Luc. That the contents will show. Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think from Proteus: He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, I pray. Did In your name receive it; pardon the fault, Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines? To whisper and conspire against my youth: Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place. There, take the paper, see it be return'd; Or else return no more into my sight. Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. Jul. Will you be gone? Luc. That you may ruminate. IBxti. Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. It were a shame to call her back again, And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And would not force the letter to my view 1 Since maids, in modesty, say No to that Which they would have the profferer con-strue Ay. Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here! How angerly I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforced my heart to smile 1 My penance is, to call Lucetta back, And ask remission for my folly past: --What ho! Lucetta! Re-enter Lucetta. Luc. What would your ladyship? I Jul. Is't near dinner-time? Luc. I would it were; That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid. Jul. What is't that you Took up so gingerly? Luc. Nothing. Jul. Why didst thou stoop then? Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall. Jul....show more

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  • Paperback | 66 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 136g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236612264
  • 9781236612267