The Temple Shakespeare Volume 4

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. 1894 Excerpt: ...suit might move, First he did praise my beauty, then my speech. Adr. Didot speak him fair? Luc. Have patience, I beseech. Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will. He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; 20 Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in mind. Luc. Who would be jealous, then, of such a one? No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone. Adr. Ah, but I think him better than I say, And yet would herein others' eyes were worse. Far from her nest the lapwing cries away: My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse. Enter Dromto of Syracuse. Dro. S. Here! go; the desk, the purse! sweet, now, make haste. Luc. How hast thou lost thy breath? Dro. S. By running fast. 30 Adr. Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well? Dro. S. No, he's in Tartar limbo, worse than hell. A devil in an everlasting garment hath him; One whose hard heart is button'd up with steel; A fiend, a fury, pitiless and rough; A wolf, nay, worse; a fellow all in buff; A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that counter-mands The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands; A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot well; One that, before the Judgement, carries poor souls to hell. 40 Adr. Why, man, what is the matter i Dro. S. I do not know the matter: he is 'rested on the case. Adr. What, is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit. Dro. S. I know not at whose suit he is arrested well; But he's in a suit of buff which 'rested him, that can I tell. Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk? Adr. Go fetch it, sister. _Exit Luciana. This I wonder at, That he, unknown to me, should be in debt. Tell me, was he arrested on a band? Dro. S. No...