A Shakespeare Reader; In the Old Spelling and with a Phonetic Transcription

A Shakespeare Reader; In the Old Spelling and with a Phonetic Transcription

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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. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ...weakenef fe paft compare, 175 That feeming to be moft, which we indeed leaft are., Then vale your ftomackes, for it is no boote, And place your hands below your husbands foote: In token of which dutie, if he pleafe, My hand is readie, may it do him eafe. From Twelfth Night; Or, What You Will. Act I. Scene I. If Muficke be the food of Loue, play on, Giue me exceffe of "it: that furfetting, The appetite may ficken, and fo dye. That ftraine agen, it had a dying fall: 5O, it came ore my eare, like the fweet found That breathes vpon a banke of Violets; Stealing, and giuing Odour. Enough, no more, 'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before. O fpirit of Loue, how quicke and frefh art thou, 10 That notwithftanding thy capacitie, Receiueth as the Sea. Nought enters there, Of what validity, and pitch fo ere, But falles into abatement, and low price Euen in a minute; fo full of fhapes is fancie, i5 That it alone, is high fantafticall. Act II. Scene Iii. Clowne fings. 40 0 Miftris mine where are you roming? O ftay and heare, your true loues coming, That can fing both high and low. Trip no further prettie fweeting: Iourneys end in louers meeting, 45 Euery wife mans fonne doth know. What is loue, tis not heereafter, Prefent mirth, hath prefent laughter: 5o What's to come, is ftill vnfure. In delay there lies no plentie, Then come kiffe me fweet and twentie: Youths a ftuffe will not endure. Act II. Scene Iv. Song. COME away, come away death, And in fad cypreffe let me be laide. Flye1 away, flie2 away breath, 55 I am flaine by a faire cruell maide: My fhrowd of white, ftuck all with Ew, O prepare it. My part of death no one fo true Did fhare it. 60 Not a flower, not a flower fweete On my blacke coffin, let there be ftrowne:8 Not a friend, not a friend...show more

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  • Paperback | 26 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 68g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123680497X
  • 9781236804976