The Plays ¬of ¬William ¬Shakspeare Volume 1; accurately printed from the text of the corrected copy left by the late George Steevens, with glossarial ... ¬The Tempest. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Merry

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. 1811 Excerpt: ...in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. I had been drowned, but that the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor; for the water swells aiman; and what a thing should I have been, when I had been swelled! I should have been a mountain of mummy. I Re-enter Bardolph, with the wine. Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with ou. y Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Thames water; for my belly's as cold, as if I had swallowed snow-balls for pills to cool the reins. Call her in. Bard. Come in, woman. Scene V. OF WINDSOR. 207 Enter: Mrs. Quickly. Quick. By your leave; I cry you mercy: give your worship good-morrow. Fal. Take away these chalices.: go brew me a pottle of sack finely.. Bar. With eggs, sir? Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in' my brewage.--Exit Bardolph.--How now? Quick. Marry, sir, I come to your worship from mistress Ford.. Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough: I was thrown into the ford: I have my belly full of ford. i Quick. Alas the day! good heart, that was not her fault; she does so take on with her men; they mistook their erection. Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish woman's promise. f ' Quick. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would yearn your heart to see it. Her husband goes this morning a.birding; she desires you once more to come to her between eight and nine: I must carry her word quickly: she'll make you amends, 1 warrant you. p Fal. Well, I will visit her: tell her so; and bid her think, what a man is: let her consider his frailty, and thenjudge of my merit. Quick. I will tell her.,. j ' Fal. Do so..Betweeu nine and ten, say'st thou? Quick. Eight and nine, sir. ' Fal. Well, be gone: I will not miss her. '...