Remarks, Critical, Conjectural, and Explanatory, Upon the Plays of Shakspeare: Resulting from a Collation of the Early Copies, with that of Johnson and Steevens, Ed. by Isaac Reed, Esq., Together with Some Valuable Extracts from the Mss. of the Late Right Honourable John, Lord Chedworth, Numero 2J. Wright, 1805 |
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Sivu 17
... metre , by reading , ellipti- cally , " Bid prepare . " 323. " That every like is not the same . " . That every thing is not really what it appears . Thus Iago , less honestly , remarks : Men should be what they seem , " Or , those that ...
... metre , by reading , ellipti- cally , " Bid prepare . " 323. " That every like is not the same . " . That every thing is not really what it appears . Thus Iago , less honestly , remarks : Men should be what they seem , " Or , those that ...
Sivu 19
... metre wants correction , here ; some words have been obtruded : I suppose we should read : " No worthier than the dust- " " As that shall be . " 339. " So often shall the knot of us be called . " & c . " Knot " is league , confederacy ...
... metre wants correction , here ; some words have been obtruded : I suppose we should read : " No worthier than the dust- " " As that shall be . " 339. " So often shall the knot of us be called . " & c . " Knot " is league , confederacy ...
Sivu 20
... , I think , of corruption : we might read , in mercy to the metre , " Hath done this deed on Cæsar ; but for you , " Mark Antony , our swords have leaden points . " แ “ Our arms , in strength of malice , 20 JULIUS CÆSAR .
... , I think , of corruption : we might read , in mercy to the metre , " Hath done this deed on Cæsar ; but for you , " Mark Antony , our swords have leaden points . " แ “ Our arms , in strength of malice , 20 JULIUS CÆSAR .
Sivu 26
... metre : " Makes me forget ? 66 Yes , Cassius ; and , henceforth . ” 385. " Ha ! Portia ? 66 She is dead . " Some words are missing ; perhaps these : " Ha ! Portia ? brother , said you ? She is dead . " 66 66 With her death " That ...
... metre : " Makes me forget ? 66 Yes , Cassius ; and , henceforth . ” 385. " Ha ! Portia ? 66 She is dead . " Some words are missing ; perhaps these : " Ha ! Portia ? brother , said you ? She is dead . " 66 66 With her death " That ...
Sivu 27
... metre : perhaps , " Ah ! Portia , art thou gone ? 387 . -66 No more I pray you . " And bills of outlawry . ” This I take to be interpolated ; it encumbers the verse , and is wholly superfluous to the sense . 388 . 66 This it is ...
... metre : perhaps , " Ah ! Portia , art thou gone ? 387 . -66 No more I pray you . " And bills of outlawry . ” This I take to be interpolated ; it encumbers the verse , and is wholly superfluous to the sense . 388 . 66 This it is ...
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Antony Apemantus appears believe beseech better Brutus CAPEL LOFFT Cassio Coriolanus correction corruption Cymbeline death Desd Desdemona disorder do't dost doth ejected ellipsis emendation Emil expression eyes fair false fear folio give Hamlet hast hath hear heart heaven hemistic Henry honour hypermeter Iago Iago's interpolation Johnson Juliet Julius Cæsar Kent king King Lear knave lady Lear LORD CHEDWORTH lost Macbeth madam Malone Mark Antony meaning measure Merchant of Venice metre mistress nature ne'er never occurs omitted Othello passage perhaps play poet Posthumus pray PRINCE OF TYRE propose quarto reads queen regulate remark Romeo says SCENE SCENE III seems sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's shew speak speech stand Steevens Steevens's strange STRUTT suppose swear syllable thee thing thou thought Timon tion true verb verse villain wanting Warburton's words
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Sivu 123 - Not to a rage : patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once...
Sivu 172 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Sivu 278 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Sivu 292 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman...
Sivu 392 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Sivu 383 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger, as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Sivu 181 - And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
Sivu 199 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Sivu 177 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Sivu 48 - Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting-, That would not let me sleep : methought, I lay Worse than the mutines in the bilboes.* Rashly, And prais'd be rashness for it, — Let us know, Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, When our deep plots do pall : and that should teach us. There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.* Hor.