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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... . " The construction is wrong ; a verb is wanting , We might obtain concord by reading , 6 As i ' the capitol he's wont to shew , 66 Being cross'd , " & c . 272. " Such men as he be never at heart's 6 JULIUS CÆSAR ..
... . " The construction is wrong ; a verb is wanting , We might obtain concord by reading , 6 As i ' the capitol he's wont to shew , 66 Being cross'd , " & c . 272. " Such men as he be never at heart's 6 JULIUS CÆSAR ..
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... wanting to the 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 ...
... wanting to the 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 ...
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... wanting : 66 Ay , good , my lord , an't please yoŭ . It does , my boy . " " It is my duty . " Some words seem to have been lost ; perhaps , like these : " It is my duty to my still kind lord . ” 66 392. If thou dost nod thou break'st ...
... wanting : 66 Ay , good , my lord , an't please yoŭ . It does , my boy . " " It is my duty . " Some words seem to have been lost ; perhaps , like these : " It is my duty to my still kind lord . ” 66 392. If thou dost nod thou break'st ...
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... wanting here : perhaps , " By the proud victors , thro ' the streets of Rome . " 66 That work , the ides of March begun . ” This false grammar , which , as Mr. Malone says , was probably the poet's own , ought , not- withstanding that ...
... wanting here : perhaps , " By the proud victors , thro ' the streets of Rome . " 66 That work , the ides of March begun . ” This false grammar , which , as Mr. Malone says , was probably the poet's own , ought , not- withstanding that ...
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... wanting . Falstaff says , " I were better to be eaten to death with the rust , than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion . " Second Part of King Henry IV . And in Troilus and Cressida , it is said of Hec- tor , that he , " in ...
... wanting . Falstaff says , " I were better to be eaten to death with the rust , than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion . " Second Part of King Henry IV . And in Troilus and Cressida , it is said of Hec- tor , that he , " in ...
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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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