The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell 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. 1865 Excerpt: ...By this hat, then, he in the red face had it: for though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass. Fal. What say you, Scarlet and John? Bard. Why, sir, for my part, I say the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences. Eva. It is his five senses; fie what the ignorance is Bard. And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashiered; and so conclusions passed the careires. Slen. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but 'tis no matter: I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, buj; in honest, civil, godly company, for this trick. If I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves. Eva. So Got 'udge me, that is a virtuous mind. Fal. You hear all these matters denied, gentlemen; you hear it. Enter Mrs. Anne Page with wine; Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page following. Page. Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; well drink within. Exit Anne Page. Slen. O heaven this is Mistress Anne Page. Page. How now, Mistress Ford? Fal. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met: by your leave, good mistress. Kissing her. Page. Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome: --Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner; come gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness. Exeunt all but Shal., Slen., and Evans. Slen. I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here: --Enter Simple. How now, Simple Where have you been? I must wait on myself, must I? You have not The Book of Riddles about you, have you? Sim. Book of Riddles why, did you not lend it to Alice Shortcake upon AUhallowmas last, a fortnight afore Michaelmas? Shal. Come, coz; come, coz; we stay for you. A word with you, coz; marry this, coz; there is, as 'twere, a tender, a kind of tender, made afar off by Sir Hugh here....