Tempest. Midsummer night's dream. Much ado about nothing. As you like it. Merchant of Venice

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. 1807 Excerpt: ... would, on the rearward of reproaches, Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I hud but one? Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame? O, one too much by thee! Why had I one? Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes? Why had I not, with charitable hand, Took up a beggar's issue at my gates; Who smirched thus, and mired with infamy, I might have said, No part of it is mine, This Jhame derives itfelf from unknown loins? But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd, And mine that I was proud on; mine so much, That I myself was to myself not mine, Valuing of her; why she--O, she is fallen Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean again. Bene. Sir, lir, be patient. For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder, I know not what to fay. Beat. O, on my foul, my cousin is belied! Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? Beat. No, truly, not; although, until last night, I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. Leon. Conhrm'd, consirm'd; O, that is stronger made, Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron! Would the two princes lie i and Claudio lie? Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness, Wash'd it with tears i Hence from her; let her die. Friar. Hear me a little; For I have only been silent so long, And given way unto this course of fortune, By noting of the lady. I have mark'd A thousand bluihing apparitions start Into her face; a thouiand innocent shames In angel whiteness bear away those blushes; And in her eye there hath appear'd a sire, To burn the errors that theie princes hold Against her maiden truth.--Call me a fool; Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal doth warrant The tenour of my book; trust not my age, My reverence, calling, nor divinity; If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here Und...