Louis
John Rhead
(November 6, 1857 – July 29, 1926) was an English-born American artist, illustrator,
author and angler who was born in Etruria, Staffordshire, England. He emigrated to the United States at the age of twenty-four. Wikipedia
Louis Rhead in his studio (1920)
Frontispiece
"Oh, father,
said Miranda, in a strange surprise, “surely that is a spirit. Lord! How it
looks about! Believe me, sir it is a beautiful creature. Is it not a spirit?”
Helena, as has been before related, endeavoured to
keep pace with Demetrius when he ran away so rudely from her; but she could not
continue this unequal race long, men being aleays better runners in a long
race than ladies.
The fairy king and queen found the
lovers and their fair ladies, at no great distance from one another, sleeping on
a grass-plot;…
This poor,
deserted baby was found by a shepherd.
As this young prince was hunting
near the shepherd's dwelling he saw the old man's supposed daughter; and the
beauty, modesty, and queenlike deportment of Perdita caused him instantly to fall
in love with her.
When
Paulina drew back the curtain which concealed this famous statue, so perfectly
did it resemble Hermione that all the king’s sorrow was renewed at the sight…
Therefore, when Beatrice stopped him
in the middle of his discourse with telling him
nobody marked what he was saying, Benedick,
affecting not to have observed before that she was present, said: 'What, my dear
Lady Disdain, are you yet living?"
"If I see anything to-night why
I should not marry her, to-morrow in the congregation,
where I intended to wed her, there will
I shame her."
The prince also said, "And as I
assisted you to obtain her, I will join with you to disgrace her."
The next day, when they were all met
to celebrate the marriage, and Claudio and Hero were standing before the priest,
and the priest, or friar, as he was called, was proceeding to pronounce the
marriage ceremony, Claudio, in the most passionate language, proclaimed the guilt
of the blameless Hero, who, amazed at the strange words he uttered, said, meekly:
'Is my lord well, that he does speak so wide?"
"There is an old poor man,' answered
Orlando, "who has limped after me many
a weary
step in pure love, oppressed at once
with two sad infirmities, age and hunger; till he be satisfied I must not touch
a bit."
Oliver told him how he had fallen in
love with the fair shepherdess Aliena, and that she
had lent a favorable ear to his suit,
even in this their first interview;...
…this bad brother was converted from
his evil intention, for just as he entered the skirts of the wild forest he was
met by an old religious man, a hermit, with whom he had much talk and who in the
end completely turned his heart from his wicked design. Thenceforward he became
a true penitent, and resolved, relinquishing his unjust dominion, to spend the
remainder of his days in a religious house.
Julia, angry that her maid should
thus take the liberty of seeming to know what she really
wanted, tore the letter in pieces and
threw it on the floor, ordering her maid once more out of the room.
Thus the noble Valentine became, like
Robin Hood, of whom we read in ballads, a captain of robbers and outlawed banditti...
Shylock, hearing this debate, exclaimed:
"O Father Abraham, what suspicious people these Christians are! Their own hard
dealings teach them to suspect the thoughts of others. I pray
you tell me this, Bassanio: if he
should break his day, what should I gain by the exaction of the forfeiture? A pound
of man's flesh, taken from a man, is not so estimable, profitable, neither, as the
flesh of mutton or beef.
Bassanio begged the learned young counselor
would endeavour to wrest the law a little, to save Antonio's life.
…he bribed some of Imogen's attendants
and was by them conveyed into her bedchamber, concealed in a large trunk, where
he remained shut up till Imogen was retired to rest and had
fallen asleep; and then, getting out
of the trunk, he examined the chamber with great attention, and wrote down everything
he saw there, and particularly noticed a mole which he observed
upon Imogen's neck, and then softly unloosing
the bracelet from her arm, which Posthumus had given to her, he retired into the
chest again; …
She found the cave empty, but,
looking about, she discovered some cold meat, and her hunger was so pressing
that she could not wait for an invitation, but sat down and began to eat.
This plainness of speech, which Lear
called pride, so enraged the old monarch who in his best of times always showed
much of spleen and rashness, and in whom the dotage incident to old age had so clouded
over his reason that he could not discernbtruth from flattery,….
Except the Earl of Kent, who was beginning
to speak a good word for Cordelia, …
So these two wicked daughters, as if
they strove to exceed each other in cruelty to their old father, who had been so
good to them, by little and little would have abated him of all his train,…
While he was thus idly threatening what
his weak arm could never execute, night came on, and a loud storm of thunder and
lightning with rain;…
But upon examination this spirit proved
to be nothing more than a poor Bedlam beggar who had crept into this deserted hovel
for shelter,…
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