The Boudoir Shakespeare, Prepared for Reading Aloud, Ed. by H. Cundell. [8 Plays

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. 1877 Excerpt: ...yet I know not:--Sir, shall I to this lady? Duke. Ay, that's the theme. To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, My love can give no place, bide no denay. Exeunt. SCENE V.--Olivia's Garden. Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Aquecheek, and Fabiak. Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy. Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame! Fab. I would exult, man: you know, he brought me out o' favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting here. Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue:--shall we not, sir Andrew? Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Sir To. Here comes the little villain:--Enter Maria. How now, my nettle of India 1 Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's coming down this walk; he has been yonder i' the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for I know this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! The men hide themselves. Lie thou there throws down a letter; for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling. Exit. Enter Malvolio. Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect than any one else that follows her. What should I think on't 1 Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue! Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanced plumes! Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue:--Sir To. Peace, I say. Mal. To be cou...