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. 1908 Excerpt: ...I wish this room Were frighted, but with pleasures, noble friends, As are to you my welcomes!--Begin there, masters. Sancho within. Presently, my lord; we want 5 but a cold capon for a property. Fer. Call, call for one.--Now they begin. Enter Sancho, the Prologue. San. Both short and sweet some say is best. We will not ...
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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. 1908 Excerpt: ...I wish this room Were frighted, but with pleasures, noble friends, As are to you my welcomes!--Begin there, masters. Sancho within. Presently, my lord; we want 5 but a cold capon for a property. Fer. Call, call for one.--Now they begin. Enter Sancho, the Prologue. San. Both short and sweet some say is best. We will not only be sweet but short; Take you pepper in the nose, you mar our sport. 10 Fer. By no means pepper. Florish within. Qi places this at the end of speech. 3 frighted. D, freighted. pleasures. So D and B: D is not certain he has supplied the right word, but refers back to 1. 55 of the previous scene. 10 our. Qz, out. San. Of your love, measure us forth but one span; We do, tbo not the best, the best we can. Exit Sancho. Fer. A good honest gipsie. Enter Alvarez and Soto as Avero and Lollio'. Alvarez. Slave, where's my son Lorenzo? 15 Soto. I have sought him, my lord, in all four elements: inearth, my shooes are fullofgravel; in water, I drop at nose with sweating; in air, wheresoever I heard noyse offidlers, or the wide mouths of gallon-pots roaring; and in fire, what chimney soever I saw smoak-20 ing with good chear, for my masters dinner, as I was in hope. Al. Not yet come home? before on this old tree Shall grow a branch so blasted, Pit hew it off, And bury it at my foot! Didst thou enquire 25 At my brothers? Soto. At your sisters. Al. At my wives fathers? Soto. At your uncles mothers; no such sheep has broke through their hedge, no such calfe as your sonne 30 such or bleates in their ground. Al. I am unblest to have but one son only, One staffe to bear my age up, one taper left To light me to my grave, and thai burns dimly, That leaves me darkling hid in clouds of woe; 35 He that should prop me is mine overthrow. Fer. Well done, old fellow!-...
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