Added half-title: Portrait of Shakespeare with legend "The Shakespeare classics" within ornamental border. A modernized edition based on the 1st edition of 1588, with reproduction of original t.p. in photogravure. Appendix (p. 107-147): The second day of Puget de La Serre's "Pandoste," 1631. Pandoste ou La princesse, malheureuse, tragedie en prose.

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. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ... smile at his own folly and to reprove his fondness in these terms. ' Well, ' said Dorastus, ' thou ikeepest a right decorum----base desires and homely attires; thy thoughts are fit for none but a shepherd, and thy apparel such as only becomes a shepherd. A strange change from a prince to a peasant! what, is it thy wretched fortune or thy wilful folly? Is it thy cursed destinies, or thy crooked desires, that appointeth thee this penance? Ah, Dorastus, thou canst but love; and, unless thou love, thou art like to perish for love. Yet, fond fool, choose flowers, not weeds; diamonds, not pebbles; ladies which may honour thee, not shepherds which may disgrace thee. Venus is painted in silks, not in rags; and Cupid treadeth on disdain when he reacheth at dignity. And yet, Dorastus, shame not at thy shepherd's weed. The heavenly gods have sometime earthly thoughts. Neptune became a ram, Jupiter a_ bull, Apollo a shepherd: they gods, and yet in love; and thou a man appointed to love.' Devising thus with himself, he drew nigh to the place where Fawnia was keeping her sheep, who casting her eye aside and seeing such a mannerly shepherd, perfectly limbed and coming with so good a pace, she began half to forget Dorastus and to favour this pretty shepherd, whom she thought she might both love and obtain. But as she was in these thoughts, she perceived then it was the young prince Dorastus, wherefore she rose up and reverently saluted him. Dorastus, taking her by the hand, repaid her courtesy with a sweet kiss, and, praying her to sit down by him, he began thus to lay the battery: ' If thou marvel, Fawnia, at my strange attire, thou wouldest more muse at my unaccustomed thoughts: the one disgraceth but my outward..