The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, with Notes, Original and Selected, and Introductory Remarks to Each Play Volume 1 (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. 1831 Excerpt: ...Love, no god, that would not extend his might, only where qualities were level; Diana,1 no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight to be surprised, without rescue, in the first assault, or ransom afterward: This she delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in: which I held my duty, speedily to acquaint you withal; sithenjee,2 in the loss that may happen, it concerns you something to know it. r Count. You have discharged this honestly; keep it to yourself: many likelihoods informed me of this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt; Pray you, leave me: stall this in your bosom, and I thank you for your honest care: I will speak with you further anon. Exit Steward. Enter Helena. Even so it was with me, when I was young: If we3 are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong; Our blood to us, this to our blood is boni; It is the show and seal of nature's truth, Where love's strong passion is impressed in youth: By our remembrances of days foregone, Such were our faults j--or then wo thought them none. Her eyes are sick on't: I observe her now. Hel. What is your pleasure, madam? Count. You know, Helen, I am a mother to you. Hel. Mine honourable mistress. Count, Nay, a mother; Why not a mother? When I said, a mother, Me thought you saw a serpent: What's in mother, That you start at it? I say I am your mother j And put you in the catalogue of Ihose That were enwombed mine: 'Tis often seen, -Adoption strives with natu.vo; and choice breeds Satire slip to us Com foreign seeds: You ne'er oc, ressM me with a mother's groan, Yet I express to you a mother's caro: --God's mercy, maiden does it curd thy blood, To say, I am..