As You Like It. the Taming of the Shrew. All's Well That Ends Well. Twelfth-Night. the Winter's Tale

As You Like It. the Taming of the Shrew. All's Well That Ends Well. Twelfth-Night. the Winter's Tale

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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. 1868 edition. Excerpt: ...mood, (192) and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. Clo. Truly, Fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no fish of Fortune's buttering. Prithee, allow the wind. Par. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir; I spake but by a metaphor. Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Prithee, get thee further. Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper. Clo. Foh, prithee, stand away: a paper from Fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he comes himself. Enter LAFEU. Here is a pur of Fortune's, sir, or of Fortune's cat, (193)-----but not a musk-cat, --that has fallen into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is mudded withal: pray you, sir, use the carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my similes(194) of comfort, and leave him to your lordship. Em't. Par. My lord, I am a man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratched. Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the knave with'-' Fortune, that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her?(195) There's a cardecu for you: let the justices make you and Fortune friends; I am for other business. Par. I beseech your honour to hear me one single word. Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't; save your word. Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. Laf. You beg more than one word, then.(196)--Cox' my passion! give me your hand: --how does your drum? Par. O my good lord, you were th
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  • Paperback | 170 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 9mm | 313g
  • English
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