Excerpt: The Tragedie of Hamlet; Actus Primus -- Scoena Prima -- Enter Barnardo and Francisco, two Centinels. Barnardo. Who?s there? Fran. Nay answer me: Stand & unfold your selfe. Bar. Long live the King. Fran. Barnardo? Bar. He. Fran. You come most carefully upon your houre. Bar. ?Tis now strook twelve, get thee to bed Francisco. Fran. For this releefe much thankes: ?Tis bitter cold, And I am sicke at heart. Barn. Have you had quiet Guard? Fran. Not a Mouse stirring. Barn. Well, goodnight. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, the Riuals of my Watch, bid them make hast. Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Fran. I thinke I heare them. Stand: who?s there? Hor. Friends to this ground. Mar. And Leigemen to the Dane. Fran. Give you good night. Mar. O farwel honest Soldier, who hath reliev?d you? Fra. Barnardo ha?s my place: give you goodnight. Exit Fran. Mar. Holla Barnardo. Bar. Say, what is Horatio there? Hor. A peece of him. Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus. Mar. What, ha?s this thing appear?d againe to night. Bar. I have seene nothing. Mar. Horatio saies, ?tis but our Fantasie, And will not let beleefe take hold of him Touchin...

Table of Contents: The Tragedie of Hamlet, 1 -- Actus Primus. Scoena Prima., 1 -- Scena Secunda., 5 -- Scena Tertia., 11 -- Actus Secundus., 20 -- Scena Secunda., 23...

Excerpt: The Two Gentlemen of Verona; Actus Primus -- Scena Prima -- Valentine: Protheus, and Speed. Valentine. Cease to perswade, my loving Protheus; Home- keeping youth, have ever homely wits, Wer?t not affection chaines thy tender dayes To the sweet glaunces of thy honour?d Love, I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, Then (living dully sluggardiz?d at home) Weare out thy youth with shapelesse idlenesse. But since thou lou?st; love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin. Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine adew, Thinke on thy Protheus, when thou (hap?ly) seest Some rare note- worthy object in thy travaile. Wish me partaker in thy happinesse, When thou do?st meet good hap; and in thy danger, (If ever danger doe environ thee) Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be thy beades- man, Valentine. Val. And on a love- booke pray for my successe? Pro. Upon some booke I love, I?le pray for thee. Val. That?s on some shallow Storie of deepe love, How yong Leander crost the Hellespont. Pro. That?s a deepe Storie, of a deeper love, For he was more then over- sho...

Table of Contents: The Two Gentlemen of Verona, 1 -- Actus primus, Scena prima., 1 -- Scoena Secunda., 4 -- Scoena Tertia., 7 -- Actus secundus: Scoena Prima., 10 -- Scoena secunda., 13 -- Scoena Tertia., 14 -- Scena Quarta., 15 -- Scena Quinta., 20 -- Scoena Sexta., 22 -- Scoena septima., 23 -- Actus Tertius, Scena Prima., 25 -- Scena Secunda., 33 -- Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima., 35 -- Scoena Secunda., 37 -- Scoena Tertia., 40 -- Scena Quarta., 42 -- Actus Quintus. Scoena Prima., 46 -- Scoena Secunda., 47 -- Scena Tertia., 48 -- Scoena Quarta., 48...

Excerpt: Of that sort of Dramatic Poem which is call?d Tragedy; Tragedy, as it was antiently compos?d, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most profitable of all other Poems: therefore said by Aristotle to be of power by raising pity and fear, or terror, to purge the mind of those and such like passions, that is to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight, stirr?d up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated. Nor is Nature wanting in her own effects to make good his assertion: for so in Physic things of melancholic hue and quality are us?d against melancholy, sowr against sowr, salt to remove salt humours. Hence Philosophers and other gravest Writers, as Cicero, Plutarch and others, frequently cite out of Tragic Poets, both to adorn and illustrate thir discourse....

Table of Contents: Of that sort of Dramatic Poem which is call?d Tragedy, 1 -- The ARGUMENT., 2 -- The Persons., 3 -- SAMSON Agonistes., 4

Excerpt: The Tragedie of Othello, the Moore of Venice; Actus Primus -- Scoena Prima -- Enter Rodorigo, and Iago. Rodorigo. Never tell me, I take it much unkindly That thou (Iago) who hast had my purse, As if y strings were thine, should?st know of this. Ia. But you?l not heare me. If ever I did dream 8 Of such a matter, abhorre me. Rodo. Thou told?st me, Thou did?st hold him in thy hate....

Table of Contents: The Tragedie of Othello, the Moore of Venice, 1 -- Actus Primus. Scoena Prima., 1 -- Scena Secunda., 5 -- Scaena Tertia., 8 -- Actus Secundus. Scena Prima., 17 -- Scena Secunda., 25 -- Actus Tertius. Scena Prima., 34 -- Scoena Secunda., 35 -- Scoena Tertia., 36 -- Scaena Quarta., 48 -- Actus Quartus. Scena Prima., 53 -- Scena Secunda., 60 -- Scena Tertia., 66 -- Actus Quintus. Scena Prima., 69 -- Scoena Secunda., 72...

Excerpt: A Midsommer Nights Dreame; Actus Primus -- Enter Theseus, Hippolita, with others. Theseus. Now faire Hippolita, our nuptiall houre Drawes on apace: foure happy daies bring in Another Moon: but oh, me thinkes, how slow This old Moon wanes; She lingers my desires Like to a Step- dame, or a Dowager, Long withering out a yong man?s revennew. Hip. Foure daies wil quickly steep the[m]selves in nights Foure nights wil quickly dreame away the time: And then the Moone, like to a silver bow, Now bent in heaven, shal behold the night Of our solemnities. The. Go Philostrate, Stirre up the Athenian youth to merriments, Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth, Turne melancholy forth to Funerals: The pale companion is not for our pompe, Hippolita, I woo?d thee with my sword, And wonne thy love, doing thee injurries: But I will wed thee in another key, With pompe, with triumph, and with reuelling. Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius. Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned Duke. The. Thanks good Egeus: what?s the news with thee? Ege. Full of vexation, come I, with complaint Against my childe, my daughter Hermia. Stan...

Table of Contents: A Midsommer Nights Dreame, 1 -- Actus primus., 1 -- Actus Secundus., 9 -- Actus Tertius., 18 -- Actus Quartus., 34 -- Actus Quintus., 40...

Excerpt: The Life of Timon of Athens; Actus Primus -- Scoena Prima -- Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Mercer, at severall doores. Poet. Good day Sir. Pain. I am glad y?are well. Poet. I have not seene you long, how goes the World? Pain. It weares sir, as it growes. Poet. I that?s well knowne: But what particular Rarity? What strange, Which manifold record not matches: see Magicke of Bounty, all these spirits thy power Hath conjur?d to attend. I know the Merchant. Pain. I know them both: th? others a Jeweller. Mer. O ?tis a worthy Lord. Jew. Nay that?s most fixt. Mer. A most incomparable man, breath?d as it were, To an untyreable and continuate goodnesse: He passes. Jew. I have a Jewell heere. Mer. O pray let?s see?t. For the Lord Timon, sir? Jewel. If he will touch the estimate. But for that--Poet. When we for recompence have prais?d the vild, It staines the glory in that happy Verse, Which aptly sings the good. Mer. ?Tis a good forme. Jewel. And rich: heere is a Water looke ye. Pain. You are rapt sir, in some worke, some Dedication to the great Lord. Poet. A thing slipt idlely from me. Our Poesie is as a Gowne, which u...

Table of Contents: The Life of Timon of Athens, 1 -- Actus Primus. Scoena Prima., 1

Excerpt: Much adoe about Nothing; Actus Primus -- Scena Prima -- Enter Leonato Governour of Messina, Innogen his wife, Hero his daughter, and Beatrice his Neece, with a messenger. Leonato. I learne in this Letter, that Don Peter of Arragon, comes this night to Messina. Mess. He is very neere by this: he was not three Leagues off when I left him. Leon. How many Gentlemen have you lost in this action? Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name. Leon. A victorie is twice it selfe, when the atchiever brings home full numbers: I find here, that Don Peter hath bestowed much honor on a yong Florentine, called Claudio. Mess. Much deserv?d on his part, and equally remembred by Don Pedro, he hath borne himselfe beyond the promise of his age, doing in the figure of a Lambe, the feats of a Lion, he hath indeede better bettred expectation, then you must expect of me to tell you how....

Table of Contents: Much adoe about Nothing, 1 -- Actus primus, Scena prima., 1 -- Actus Secundus., 10 -- Actus Tertius., 24 -- Actus Quartus., 37 -- Actus Quintus., 46...

Excerpt: JEALOSIE; FOND woman, which would?st have thy husband die, And yet complain?st of his great jealosie; If swolne with poyson, hee Jay in?his last bed, His body with a sere-barke covered, Drawing his breath, as thick and short, as can The nimblest crocheting Musitian, Ready with loathsome vomiting to spue His Soule out of one hell, into a new, Made deafe with his poore kindreds howling cries, Begging with few feign?d teares, great legacies, Thou would?st not weepe, but jolly,?and frolicke bee, As a slave, which to morrow should be free; Yet weep?st thou, when thou seest him hungerly Swallow his owne death, hearts-bane jealousies O give him many thanks, he?is courteous, That in suspecting kindly warneth us. Wee must not, as wee us?d, flout openly, In scoffing ridles, his deformitie; Nor at his boord together being satt, With words, nor touch, scarce lookes adulterate. Nor when he swolne, and pamper?d with great fare Sits downe, and snorts, cag?d in his basket chaire, Must wee usurpe his owne bed any more, Nor kisse and play in his house, as before. Now I see many dangers; for that is His realme, his castle, and his diocesse. B...

Table of Contents: JEALOSIE, 1 -- THE ANAGRAM, 2 -- CHANGE, 4 -- THE PERFUME, 5 -- HIS PICTURE, 7 -- OH, LET MEE NOT SERVE, 8 -- NATURES LAY IDEOT, 10 -- THE COMPARISON, 11 -- THE AUTUMNALL, 13 -- THE DREAME, 15 -- THE BRACELET, 16 -- HIS PARTING FROM HER, 19 -- JULIA, 22 -- A TALE OF A CITIZEN AND HIS WIFE, 23 -- THE EXPOSTULATION, 25 -- ON HIS MISTRIS, 27 -- VARIETY, 29 -- LOVES PROGRESS, 31 -- TO HIS MISTRIS GOING TO BED, 34 -- LOVES WARR, 36...

Excerpt: The Tragedie of Titus Andronicus; Actus Primus -- Scoena Prima -- Flourish. Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft And then enter Saturninus and his Followers at one doore, and Bassianus and his Followers at the other, with Drum & Colours. Saturninus. Noble Patricians, Patrons of my right, Defend the justice of my Cause with Armes. And Countreymen, my loving Followers, Pleade my Successive Title with your Swords. I was the first borne Sonne, that was the last That wore the Imperiall Diadem of Rome: Then let my Fathers Honours live in me, Nor wrong mine Age with this indignitie. Bassianus. Romaines, Friends, Followers, Favourers of my Right: If ever Bassianus, Caesars Sonne, Were gracious in the eyes of Royall Rome, Keepe then this passage to the Capitoll: And suffer not Dishonour to approach Th? Imperiall Seate to Vertue: consecrate To Justice, Continence, and Nobility: But let Desert in pure Election shine; And Romanes, fight for Freedome in your Choice. Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft with the Crowne. Princes, that strive by Factions, and by Friends, Ambitiously for Rule and Empery: Know, that the people of Rome for whom we ...

Table of Contents: The Tragedie of Titus Andronicus, 1 -- Actus Primus. Scoena Prima., 1 -- Actus Secunda., 13 -- Actus Tertius., 25 -- Actus Quartus., 34 -- Actus Quintus., 47...

Excerpt: TO THE ONLIE BEGETTER OF THESE INSUING SONNETS, Mr. W.H.; ALL HAPPINESSE AND THAT ETERNITIE PROMISED BY OVR EVER-LIVING POET WISHETH THE WELL-WISHING ADVENTURER IN SETTING FORTH. T.T. SHAKESPEARES, SONNETS....

Table of Contents: 1: From fairest creatures we desire increase, 3 -- 2: When fortie Winters shall beseige thy brow, 4 -- 3: Looke in thy glasse and tell the face thou vewest, 5 -- 4: Vnthrifty louelinesse why dost thou spend, 6 -- 5: Those howers that with gentle worke did frame, 7 -- 6: Then let not winters wragged hand deface, 8 -- 7: Loe in the Orient when the gracious light, 9 -- 8: Musick to heare, why hear?st thou musick sadly, 10 -- 9: Is it for feare to wet a widdowes eye, 11 -- 10: For shame deny that thou bear?st loue to any, 12 -- 11: As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow?st, 13 -- 12: When I doe count the clock that tels the time, 14 -- 13: O that you were your selfe, but loue you are, 15 -- 14: Not from the stars do I my iudgement plucke, 16 -- 15: When I consider euery thing that growes, 17 -- 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier waie, 18 -- 17: Who will beleeue my verse in time to come, 19 -- 18: Shall I compare thee to a Summers day?, 20 -- 19: Deuouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes, 21 -- 20: A womans face with natures owne hand painted, 22 -- 21: So is it not with me as with that Muse, 23 -- 22: My gl...

Excerpt: CHAPTER I; Down the Rabbit-Hole -- ALICE WAS BEGINNING to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ?and what is the use of a book,? thought Alice ?without pictures or conversation?? So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisychain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, ?Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!? (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a ra...

Table of Contents: I. Down the Rabbit-Hole, 2 -- II. The Pool of Tears, 10 -- III. A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale, 18 -- IV. The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill, 26 -- V. Advice from a Caterpillar, 35 -- VI. Pig and Pepper, 46 -- VII. A Mad Tea-Party, 57 -- VIII. The Queen?s Croquet-Ground, 66 -- IX. The Mock Turtle?s Story, 76 -- X. The Lobster Quadrille, 85 -- XI. Who Stole the Tarts?, 93 -- XII. Alice?s Evidence, 101...

Excerpt: The Tragedie of Macbeth; Actus Primus -- Scoena Prima -- Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches. 1. When shall we three meet againe? In Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine? 2. When the Hurley-burley?s done, When the Battaile?s lost, and wonne. 3. That will be ere the set of Sunne. 1. Where the place? 2. upon the Heath. 3. There to meet with Macbeth. 1. I come, Gray-Malkin. All. Padock calls anon: faire is foule, and foule is faire, Hover through the fogge and filthie ayre. Exeunt ......

Table of Contents: The Tragedie of Macbeth, 1 -- Actus Primus. Scoena Prima., 1 -- Scena Secunda., 1 -- Scena Tertia., 3 -- Scena Quarta., 7 -- Scena Quinta., 9 -- Scena Sexta., 10 -- Scena Septima., 11 -- Actus Secundus. Scena Prima., 14 -- Scena Secunda., 15 -- Scena Tertia., 18 -- Scena Quarta., 22 -- Actus Tertius. Scena Prima., 23 -- Scena Secunda., 27 -- Scena Tertia., 28 -- Scaena Quarta., 29 -- Scena Quinta., 33 -- Scaena Sexta., 34 -- Actus Quartus. Scena Prima., 35 -- Scena Secunda., 39 -- Scaena Tertia., 42 -- Actus Quintus. Scena Prima., 48 -- Scena Secunda., 50 -- Scaena Tertia., 51 -- Scena Quarta., 52 -- Scena Quinta., 53 -- Scena Sexta., 54 -- Scena Septima., 55...

Excerpt: The Tragedie of Romeo and Juliet; Actus Primus -- Scoena Prima -- Enter Sampson and Gregory, with Swords and Bucklers, of the House of Capulet. Sampson. Gregory: A my word wee?l not carry coales. Greg. No, for then we should be Colliars. Samp. I mean, if we be in choller, wee?l draw. Greg. I, While you live, draw your necke out o?th Collar. Samp. I strike quickly, being mov?d. Greg. But thou art not quickly mov?d to strike. Samp. A dog of the house of Mountague, moves me. Greg. To move, is to stir: and to be valiant, is to stand: Therefore, if thou art mov?d, thou runst away. Samp. A dogge of that house shall move me to stand. I will take the wall of any Man or Maid of Mountagues. Greg. That shewes thee a weake slave, for the wea-kest goes to the wall. Samp. True, and therefore women being the weaker Vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Mountagues men from the wall, and thrust his Maides to the wall. Greg. The Quarrell is betweene our Masters, and us |(their men. Samp. ?Tis all one, I will shew my selfe a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will bee civill with the Maids, and cut off their head...

Table of Contents: The Tragedie of Romeo and Juliet, 1 -- Actus Primus. Scoena Prima., 1

Excerpt: Chapter I; I SCARCELY know where to begin, though I sometimes facetiously place the cause of it all to Charley Furuseth?s credit. He kept a summer cottage in Mill Valley, under the shadow of Mount Tamalpais, and never occupied it except when he loafed through the winter months and read Nietzsche and Schopenhaver to rest his brain. When summer came on, he elected to sweat out a hot and dusty existence in the city and to toil incessantly. Had it not been my custom to run up to see him every Saturday afternoon and to stop over till Monday morning, this particular January Monday morning would not have found me afloat on San Francisco Bay. Not but that I was afloat in a safe craft, for the Martinez was a new ferrysteamer, making her fourth or fifth trip on the run between Sausalito and San Francisco. The danger lay in the heavy fog which blanketed the bay, and of which, as a landsman, I had little apprehension. In fact, I remember the placid exaltation with which took up my position on the forward upper deck, directly beneath the pilot-house, and allowed the mystery of the fog to lay hold of my imagination. A fresh breeze was bl...

Table of Contents: Chapter I, 1 -- Chapter II, 8 -- Chapter III, 14 -- Chapter IV, 24 -- Chapter V, 29 -- Chapter VI, 35 -- Chapter VII, 46 -- Chapter VIII, 49 -- Chapter IX, 55 -- Chapter X, 62 -- Chapter XI, 67 -- Chapter XII, 72 -- Chapter XIII, 80 -- Chapter XIV, 84 -- Chapter XV, 91 -- Chapter XVI, 96 -- Chapter XVII, 102 -- Chapter XVIII, 113 -- Chapter XIX, 119 -- Chapter XX, 125 -- Chapter XXI, 132 -- Chapter XXII, 136 -- Chapter XXIII, 139 -- Chapter XXIV, 143 -- Chapter XXV, 149 -- Chapter XXVI, 160 -- Chapter XXVII, 170 -- Chapter XXVIII, 177...

Excerpt: The First Part of Henry the Fourth with the Life and Death of Henry Sirnamed Hot-Spurred; Actus Primus -- Scoena Prima -- Enter the King, Lord John of Lancaster, Earle of Westmerland, with others. King. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Finde we a time for frighted Peace to pant, And breath shortwinded accents of new broils To be commenc?d in Stronds afarre remote: No more the thirsty entrance of this Soile, Shall daube her lippes with her owne childrens blood: No more shall trenching Warre channell her fields, Nor bruise her Flowrets with the Armed hoofes Of hostile paces. Those opposed eyes, Which like the Meteors of a troubled Heaven, All of one Nature, of one Substance bred, Did lately meete in the intestine shocke, And furious cloze of civill Butchery, Shall now in mutuall well- beseeming rankes March all one way, and be no more oppos?d Against Acquaintance, Kindred, and Allies. The edge of Warre, like an ill- sheathed knife, No more shall cut his Master. Therefore Friends, As farre as to the Sepulcher of Christ, Whose Souldier now under whose blessed Crosse We are impressed and ingag?d to fight, Forthwith a power...

Table of Contents: The First Part of Henry the Fourth, 1 -- Actus Primus. Scoena Prima., 1 -- Scaena Secunda., 3 -- Scoena Tertia., 8 -- Actus Secundus. Scena Prima., 15 -- Scaena Secunda., 17 -- Scoena Tertia., 20 -- Scena Quarta., 22 -- Actus Tertius. Scena Prima., 34 -- Scaena Secunda., 41 -- Scena Tertia., 45 -- Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima., 50 -- Scaena Secunda., 53 -- Scoena Tertia., 55 -- Scena Quarta., 58 -- Actus Quintus. Scena Prima., 59 -- Scena Secunda., 62 -- Scena Tertia., 66 -- Scaena Quarta., 70...

Excerpt: The Tragedie of Cymbeline; Actus Primus -- Scoena Prima -- Enter two Gentlemen. Gent. You do not meet a man but Frownes. Our bloods no more obey the Heavens Then our Courtiers: Still seeme, as do?s the Kings. Gent. But what?s the matter? His daughter, and the heire of?s kingdome (whom He purpos?d to his wiues sole Sonne, a Widdow That late he married) hath referr?d her selfe Unto a poore, but worthy Gentleman. She?s wedded, Her Husband banish?d; she imprison?d, all Is outward sorrow, though I thinke the King Be touch?d at very heart. None but the King? He that hath lost her too: so is the Queene, That most desir?d the Match. But not a Courtier, Although they weare their faces to the bent Of the Kings lookes, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowle at. And why so? He that hath miss?d the Princesse, is a thing Too bad, for bad report: and he that hath her, (I meane, that married her, alacke good man, And therefore banish?d) is a Creature, such, As to seeke through the Regions of the Earth For one, his like; there would be something failing In him, that should compare. I do not thinke, So faire an Outward, and s...

Table of Contents: The Tragedie of Cymbeline, 1 -- Actus Primus. Scoena Prima., 1 -- Scena Secunda., 3 -- Scena Tertia., 6 -- Scena Quarta., 7 -- Scena Quinta., 8 -- Scena Sexta., 12 -- Scena Septima., 14 -- Actus Secundus. Scena Prima., 20 -- Scena Secunda., 21 -- Scena Tertia., 22 -- Scena Quarta., 26 -- Actus Tertius. Scena Prima., 32 -- Scena Secunda., 34 -- Scena Tertia., 36 -- Scena Quarta., 38 -- Scena Quinta., 43 -- Scena Sexta., 47 -- Scena Septima., 48 -- Scena Octaua., 50 -- Actus Quartus. Scena Prima., 51 -- Scena Secunda., 51 -- Scena Tertia., 62 -- Scena Quarta., 63 -- Actus Quintus. Scena Prima., 65 -- Scena Secunda., 66 -- Scena Tertia., 67 -- Scena Quarta., 69 -- Scena Quinta., 74...

Excerpt: FIRST QUARTER; THERE are not many people --and as it is desirable that a story-teller and a story-reader should establish a mutual understanding as soon as possible, I beg it to be noticed that I confine this observation neither to young people nor to little people, but extend it to all conditions of people: little and big, young and old: yet growing up, or already growing down again --there are not, I say, many people who would care to sleep in a church. I don?t mean at sermon-time in warm weather (when the thing has actually been done, once or twice), but in the night, and alone. A great multitude of persons will be violently astonished, I know, by this position, in the broad bold Day. But it applies to Night. It must be argued by night, and I will undertake to maintain it successfully on any gusty winter?s night appointed for the purpose, with any one opponent chosen from the rest, who will meet me singly in an old church-yard, before an old church-door; and will previously empower me to lock him in, if needful to his satisfaction, until morning ......

Table of Contents: ILLUSTRATION: TROTTY VECK., ii -- FIRST QUARTER, 1 -- THE SECOND QUARTER, 20 -- THIRD QUARTER, 36 -- FOURTH QUARTER, 52 -- ILLUSTRATION: MR. AND MRS. TUGBY., 68...

Excerpt: Chapter I; IT IS A TRUTH universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters. ?My dear Mr. Bennet,? said his lady to him one day, ?have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?? Mr. Bennet replied that he had not. ?But it is,? returned she; ?for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she told me all about it.? Mr. Bennett made no answer. ?Do not you want to know who has taken it?? cried his wife impatiently. ?You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.? This was invitation enough....

Table of Contents: I 1 -- I 3 -- II 6 -- III 8 -- IV 12 -- V 15 -- VI 18 -- VII 24 -- VIII 29 -- IX 34 -- X 39 -- XI 45 -- XII 49 -- XIII 51 -- XIV 55 -- XV 58...

Excerpt: The Life and Death of King Richard the Second; Actus Primus -- Scaena Prima -- Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other Nobles and Attendants. King Richard. Old John of Gaunt, time- honoured Lancaster, Hast thou according to thy oath and band Brought hither Henry Herford thy bold son: Heere to make good y boistrous late appeale, Which then our leysure would not let us heare, Against the Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Mowbray? Gaunt. I have my Liege. King. Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded him, If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice, Or worthily as a good subject should On some knowne ground of treacherie in him. Gaunt. As neere as I could sift him on that argument, On some apparant danger seene in him, Aym?d at your Highnesse, no inveterate malice. Kin. Then call them to our presence face to face, And frowning brow to brow, our selves will heare Th? accuser, and the accused, freely speake; High stomack?d are they both, and full of ire, In rage, deafe as the sea; hastie as fire. Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray. Bul. Many yeares of happy dayes befall My gracious Soveraigne, my most loving Liege. Mow. Each day still better ...

Table of Contents: The life and death of King Richard the Second, 1 -- Actus Primus, Scaena Prima., 1 -- Scaena Secunda., 5 -- Scena Tertia., 7 -- Scoena Quarta., 13 -- Actus Secundus. Scena Prima., 15 -- Scena Secunda., 22 -- Scaena Tertia., 25 -- Scoena Quarta., 29 -- Actus Tertius. Scena Prima., 30 -- Scena Secunda., 31 -- Scaena Tertia., 36 -- Scena Quarta., 41 -- Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima., 43 -- Actus Quintus. Scena Prima., 51 -- Scoena Secunda., 53 -- Scoena Tertia., 56 -- Scaena Quarta., 60 -- Scoena Quinta., 63...

Excerpt: The Winters Tale; Actus Primus -- Scoena Prima -- Enter Camillo and Archidamus. Arch. If you shall chance (Camillo) to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on- foot, you shall see (as I have said) great difference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia. Cam. I thinke, this comming Summer, the King of Sicilia meanes to pay Bohemia the Visitation, which hee justly owes him. Arch. Wherein our Entertainment shall shame us: we will be justified in our Loves: for indeed--Cam. Beseech you--Arch. Verely I speake it in the freedome of my know-ledge: we cannot with such magnificence--in so rare--I know not what to say--Wee will give you sleepie Drinkes, that your Sences (unintelligent of our insufficience) may, though they cannot prayse us, as little accuse us. Cam. You pay a great deale to deare, for what?s given freely. Arch. Beleeve me, I speake as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honestie puts it to utterance. Cam. Sicilia cannot shew himselfe over- kind to Bohemia: They were trayn?d together in their Child-hoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot chuse but brau...

Table of Contents: The Winters Tale, 1 -- Actus Primus. Scoena Prima., 1 -- Scoena Secunda., 2 -- Actus Secundus. Scena Prima., 14 -- Scena Secunda., 19 -- Scaena Tertia., 21 -- Actus Tertius. Scena Prima., 26 -- Scoena Secunda., 27 -- Scaena Tertia., 33 -- Actus Quartus. Scena Prima., 36 -- Scena Secunda., 37 -- Scena Tertia., 38 -- Scena Quarta., 41 -- Actus Quintus. Scena Prima., 61 -- Scoena Secunda., 67 -- Scaena Tertia., 71...