The Dramatick Works of William Shakespeare; Some account of the life and writings of William Shakespeare

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: ...doth good mistress Page?--and I thank you always with my heart, la; with my heart. Page. Sir, I thank you. Shal. Sir, I thank you: by yea and no, I do. Page. I am glad to see you, good master Slender. Slen. How does your fallow greyhound, sir? I heard say, he was out-run on Cotsale. Page. It could not be judg'd, sir. Slen. You'll not confess, you'll not confess. Shal. That he will not;--'tis your fault, 'tis your fault:--'Tis a good dog. Page. A cur, sir. Shal. Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog: Can there be more said i he is good and fair.--Is Sir John FalstafFhere? Page. Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good office between you. Eva. It is spoke as a christians ought to speak. Shal. He hath wrong'd me, master Page. Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it. Shal. If it be confess'd, it is not redress'd; is not that so, master Page? He hath wrong'd me;--indeed, he hath;--at a word, he hath;--believe me, Robert Shallow, Esquire, saith, he is wrong'd. Page. Here comes Sir John. Enter Sir John Falstaff, Bakdolph, Nym, and Pistol. Fal. Now, master Shallow; you'll complain of me to the king? Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, kill'd my deer, and broke open my lodge.3 ' 3) Thii probably alludes to fome real incident,at that time well known. JOH. Fal. But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter. Shal. Tut, a pin! this shall be answer'd. Fal. I will answer it straight;--I have done all this:.--That is now answer'd. Shal. The council shall know this. Fal. 'Twere better for you, if 'twere not known in council; you'll be laugh'd at. Eva. Pauca verba, Sir John; good worts. Fal. Good worts! good cabbage.--Slender, I broke your head; what matter have you against me i Slen. Marry, sir, I have matter in my head against you, and against your coney-catching rasca...