William Shakespeare

The First Sketch of Shakespeare's Merry Wives of Windsor William Shakespeare

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. 1842. Excerpt: ... War. You had best go dreame againe, To keepe you from the tempest of the field. Clif. I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme, Then any thou canst coniure vp to day, Anil that ile write vpon thy Burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy houshold badge. War. Now by my fathers age, old Neuels crest, The Rampant Beare chaind to the ragged staffe, This day ile weare aloft my burgonet, As on a mountaine top the Casdar showes, That keepes his leaues in spight of any storme, Euen to affright the with the view thereof. Clif. And from thy burgonet will I rende the beare, And tread him vnderfoote with all contempt, Dispight the Beare-ward that protects him so. Yoong Clif. And so renowmed soueraigne to Armes, To quell these Traitors and their compleases. Richard. Fie, Charitie for shame, speake it not in spight, For you shall sup with Iesus Christ to night. Yoong Clif. Foule Stigmaticke thou canst not tell. Rich. No, for if not in heauen, youle surely sup in hell. Exet omnes. Alarmes to the battaile, and then enter the Duke of SoMerset and Richard fighting, and Richard kilt him vnder the signe of the Castle in Saint Albones. Rich. So Lie thou there, and breathe thy last. Whats here, the signe of the Castle? Then the prophesie is come to passe, For Somerset was forewarned of Castles, The which he alwaies did obserue. And now behold, vnder a paltry Ale-house signe, The Castle in saint Albones, Somerset hath made the Wissard famous by his death. Exet. Alarme again, and enter the Earle of Warwickf. alone. War. Clifford of Comberland, tis Warwicke calles, And if thou doest not hide thee from the Beare, Now whilst the angry Trompets sound Alarmes, And dead mens cries do fill the emptie aire: Clifford I say, come forth and fight with me, Proud Northerne Lord, Clifford of Comb...