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, Випуск 2J. Wright, 1805 |
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... Lear : O , sides , ye are too tough : will ye yet hold . " 66 Mouth - made vows , " Which break themselves in swearing ! " Which the protestor , even while he is making them , resolves to violate . 36 . 66 66 Quietness , grown sick of ...
... Lear : O , sides , ye are too tough : will ye yet hold . " 66 Mouth - made vows , " Which break themselves in swearing ! " Which the protestor , even while he is making them , resolves to violate . 36 . 66 66 Quietness , grown sick of ...
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... Lear , " smile you my speeches ? " But surely these references are inap- plicable . " Shouting their emulation , " is signify- ing their emulation by shouts - and " smile you my speeches ? " is merely elliptical ; do you smile at my ...
... Lear , " smile you my speeches ? " But surely these references are inap- plicable . " Shouting their emulation , " is signify- ing their emulation by shouts - and " smile you my speeches ? " is merely elliptical ; do you smile at my ...
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... Lear : " I will die " Like a smug bridegroom . " 245. " How ! not yet dead ? not dead ? ” Thus in Othello : Not dead ! not yet quite dead ? ” SCENE XIII . 250. I am dying , Egypt , dying ; only . " The natural exclamation , O , at the ...
... Lear : " I will die " Like a smug bridegroom . " 245. " How ! not yet dead ? not dead ? ” Thus in Othello : Not dead ! not yet quite dead ? ” SCENE XIII . 250. I am dying , Egypt , dying ; only . " The natural exclamation , O , at the ...
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... ; and Milton has invigorated and enriched his numbers by the use of them , in his two great poems . In this tragedy , I fear , they are too numerous . KING LEAR . ACT I. SCENE I. Enter Kent , 84 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... ; and Milton has invigorated and enriched his numbers by the use of them , in his two great poems . In this tragedy , I fear , they are too numerous . KING LEAR . ACT I. SCENE I. Enter Kent , 84 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
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... LEAR . ACT I. SCENE I. Enter Kent , Gloster , and Edmund . This scene , in which Gloster speaks of the di- vision that Lear makes of his kingdom , before that event takes place , is a very idle anticipation , of no sort of use or ...
... LEAR . ACT I. SCENE I. Enter Kent , Gloster , and Edmund . This scene , in which Gloster speaks of the di- vision that Lear makes of his kingdom , before that event takes place , is a very idle anticipation , of no sort of use or ...
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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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Сторінка 123 - Not to a rage : patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 392 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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?
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.