Excerpt from An Actor's Tour: Or Seventy Thousand Miles With ShakespeareGold? Yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods, I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this will make black, white foul, fair, Wrong, right, base, noble, old, young, coward, valiant. Ha! You gods, why this? What this, you gods? Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads. This yellow slave Will knit and break religions, bless the accurs'a, Make the hoar leprosy ador'a place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench: this is it That makes the wappen'd widow wed again She, whom the spital-house, and ulcerous sores Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices To the April day again.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.