The family Shakspeare, in ten volumes Volume 1 ; in which nothing is added to the original text, but those words and expressions are omitted which cannot with propriety be read aloud in a family

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. 1820 Excerpt: ... like my pinnace to these golden shores.--Rogues, hence avaunt! vanish like hail-stones, go; Trudge, plod, away, o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack! Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page. Exeunt Palstaff ant? Robin. Pist. Let vultures gripe thee, for gourd and fullam" holds, And high and low beguile the rich and poor: Tester9 I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk! Nym. I have operations in my head, which be humours of revenge. Pist. Wilt thou revenge? Nym. By welkin, and her star! Pist. With wit, or steel? Nym. With both the humours, I: I will discuss the humour of this love to Page. Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold, How Falstaff, varlet vile, His dove will prove, his gold will hold, And his soft couch defile. Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense1 Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellowness J, for the revolt of mien is dangerous: that is my true humour. Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I second thee; troop on. Exeunt. 7 Cleverly. 8 false dice. 9 Sixpence I'll have in pocket Instigate. 2 Jealousy., SCENE IV. A Room in Dr. Caius's House. Enter Mrs. Quickly, Simple, and Rugby. Quick.' What; John Rugby!--I pray thee, goto the casement, and see if you can see my master, master Doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i'faith, and find any body in the house, here will be an old abusing of the king's English. Rug. I'll go watch. Exit Rugby. Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. An honest, willing, kind felloV, as ever servant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no telW tale, nor no breed-bate;3 his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish 4 that way: but nobody ...