Books with author Shakespeare’s Globe

Lang:- eng, Pages 213. Reprinted in 2015 with the help of original edition published long back[1911]. This book is in black & white, Hardcover, sewing binding for longer life with Matt laminated multi-Colour Dust Cover, Printed on high quality Paper, re-sized as per Current standards, professionally processed without changing its contents. As these are old books, there may be some pages which are blur or missing or black spots. If it is multi volume set, then it is only single volume. We expect that you will understand our compulsion in these books. We found this book important for the readers who want to know more about our old treasure so we brought it back to the shelves. (Customisation is possible). Hope you will like it and give your comments and suggestions.Original Title:- Twelfth night; or, What you will; 1911 [Hardcover] Author:- Shakespeare, William, ,Hudson, Henry Norman, ,Black, Ebenezer Charlton, ed

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1870 edition. Excerpt: ... A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM. ACT I. SCENE I. Athens. A Room in the Palace of Theseus. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, and Attendants. Theseus. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace: four happy days bring in Another moon; but, O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame, or a dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue. Hippolyta. Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow New bent in heaven, shall behold the night Of our solemnities. Theseus. Go, Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth: Turn melancholy forth to funerals; The pale companion is not for our pomp. -- [Exit Philostrate. Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, And won thy love doing thee injuries; But I will wed thee in another key, With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling. Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius. Egeus. Happy be Theseus, our renowned Duke! Theseus. Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee? Egeus. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia. -- Stand forth, Demetrius. -- My noble lord, This man hath my consent to marry her. -- Stand forth, Lysander : -- and, my gracious Duke, This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child. Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, And interchang'd love-tokens with my child: Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung, With feigning voice, verses of feigning love; And stol'n the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth; With cunning...