Shakespeare's Library; A Collection of the Plays, Romances, Novels, Poems, and Histories Employed by Shakespeare in the Composition of His Works Volume 2, No. 2 (Paperback)

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. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ...and ould. Phal. Then thy best were to dwel In some usuall place or streete, where through frayes, Thou mayst be set a worke with wounds alwayes. Ros. I thanke my Mistris I have my hands full, To trym gentlemen of her acquayntaunce; And I trust syr, if that your worship chaunce To have neede of my help, I shall earne your mony Afore an other. Phal. That thou shalt truly, But syrra, where dwels Lamia? Ros. Even heare syr, enter I pray. Phal. That I wyl sure, if that my way be cleare. Ros. Yes sir, her doores be open all the yeare. Exeunt. SCENA III. Polina (the mayde, that Andrugio lov'd) in a blew gowne. Pol. Polina curst, what dame alyve hath cause of griefe lyke thee? Who (wonne by love) hast yeeld the spoyle of thy virginity? And he for to repayre thy fame, to marry thee, that vowde, Is done to death for first offence, the second mends not lowde. Great shame redounds to thee, O Love, in leaving us in thrall; Andrugio and Polina both, in honoryng thee did falle. Thou so dydst witch our wits, as we from reason strayed quight, Provockt by thee, we dyd refuse, no vauntage of delight: Delight, what did I say? nay death, by rash and fowle abuse, Alas I shame to tell thus much, though love doe worke excuse. So that (fayre dames) from such consent, my accy dents of harme, Forewarneth you, to keepe aloofe though love youi harts do arme. But ah Polina, whether runnes thy words into advise, When others harmes, inforst by love, could never make the wise. The cause is plaine, for that in love, no reason stands in steade, And reason is the onely meane, that others harmes we dreade. Then, that the world hereafter may, to love inferre my yll, Andrugio's Tombe with dayly teares, Polina worship wyll: And furthermore I vowde, whylst life in mee doth foster breth...