Remarks on Mr. J. P. Collier's and Mr. C. Knight's Editions of ShakespeareE. Moxon, 1843 - 299 sidor |
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... old editions . In this respect the above - mentioned Editors were so unpar- donably careless , that though ( as their annotations prove ) they used nearly all the earliest copies extant , they yet entirely overlooked a great number of ...
... old editions . In this respect the above - mentioned Editors were so unpar- donably careless , that though ( as their annotations prove ) they used nearly all the earliest copies extant , they yet entirely overlooked a great number of ...
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... old letters , - scamels staniels . Secondly , " staniels " accords well with the context , " from the rock ; " for the " Kestrel , Stannel , or Windhover . . . . is one of our most common species [ of hawks ] , especially in the more ...
... old letters , - scamels staniels . Secondly , " staniels " accords well with the context , " from the rock ; " for the " Kestrel , Stannel , or Windhover . . . . is one of our most common species [ of hawks ] , especially in the more ...
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... old copy , should re - vitiate the text , and defend a corrup- tion which outrages language , taste , and common sense . SCENE 3.-C. p . 61 . " Thunder and lightning . Enter ARIEL like a harpy , claps his wings upon the table , and ...
... old copy , should re - vitiate the text , and defend a corrup- tion which outrages language , taste , and common sense . SCENE 3.-C. p . 61 . " Thunder and lightning . Enter ARIEL like a harpy , claps his wings upon the table , and ...
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... old copy , should re - vitiate the text , and defend a corrup- tion which outrages language , taste , and common sense . SCENE 3.-C. p . 61 . " Thunder and lightning . Enter ARIEL like a harpy , claps his wings upon the table , and ...
... old copy , should re - vitiate the text , and defend a corrup- tion which outrages language , taste , and common sense . SCENE 3.-C. p . 61 . " Thunder and lightning . Enter ARIEL like a harpy , claps his wings upon the table , and ...
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... old copy , should re - vitiate the text , and defend a corrup- tion which outrages language , taste , and common sense . " Thunder and lightning . SCENE 3.-C. p . 61 . Enter ARIEL like a harpy , claps his wings upon the table , and ...
... old copy , should re - vitiate the text , and defend a corrup- tion which outrages language , taste , and common sense . " Thunder and lightning . SCENE 3.-C. p . 61 . Enter ARIEL like a harpy , claps his wings upon the table , and ...
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Remarks on Mr. J. P. Collier's and Mr. C. Knight's Editions of Shakespeare Alexander Dyce Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1844 |
Remarks on Mr. J. P. Collier's and Mr. C. Knight's Editions of Shakespeare Alexander Dyce Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1844 |
Remarks on Mr. J. P. Collier's and Mr. C. Knight's Editions of Shakespeare Alexander Dyce Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1844 |
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66 SCENE adopted allusion alteration Banquo bat's back Beaumont and Fletcher's Bishop of Winchester cited COLLIER compositor conjecture conster correction Doll doth doubt duke Dyce early writers emendation error evidently explain expression eyes Falstaff following passage fool ghost Gifford Gloster Hamlet handfast hath heaven honour Johnson Juliet King Henry King Henry VI Knight gives Knight prints Lady lord Love's Labour's Lost Macbeth Malone's Massinger's master meaning merrily misprint modern editors observes old copies old editions old eds old reading original owls do cry Philaster Pistol poet present passage punctuation quarto queen rapier remarks retains right reading Romeo Romeo and Juliet says Scornful Lady second folio seems sense Shakespeare shew Spanish Tragedy speak speech spelt stage-direction stand Steevens suppose sweet tells thee Theobald thou tion Tragedy Troilus and Cressida true reading verb verse Warburton Winter's Tale wistly word writ
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Sida 11 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire...
Sida 181 - Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man...
Sida 7 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Sida 11 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Sida 186 - With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, And in the porches of mine ears did pour The leperous distilment ; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood : so did it mine ; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, All my smooth body.
Sida 69 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Sida 219 - Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe...
Sida 84 - I be so forward with him that calls not on me? well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Sida 124 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Sida 116 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's...