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, Issue 2J. Wright, 1805 |
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... that some words have been lost here : Cassius , I suppose , replied , 365 . 66 Nay , it is , " Therefore , " & c . Be not jealous of me . ' i , e . Be not suspicious . " 99 265. " Set honour in one eye , and death B 2 JULIUS CAESAR . 3.
... that some words have been lost here : Cassius , I suppose , replied , 365 . 66 Nay , it is , " Therefore , " & c . Be not jealous of me . ' i , e . Be not suspicious . " 99 265. " Set honour in one eye , and death B 2 JULIUS CAESAR . 3.
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... Lost . The nominative pronoun , here , has no verb belonging to it . The awkward pleonasm might be removed by reading , for " I , " " Then , as Eneas , " & c . " The old Anchises , " & c . The hypermeter , here , might be obviated with ...
... Lost . The nominative pronoun , here , has no verb belonging to it . The awkward pleonasm might be removed by reading , for " I , " " Then , as Eneas , " & c . " The old Anchises , " & c . The hypermeter , here , might be obviated with ...
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... lost ; perhaps , like these : " It is my duty to my still kind lord . ” 66 392. If thou dost nod thou break'st thy in- strument : " I'll take it from thee . " There is something exquisitely delicate and affecting in this scene between ...
... lost ; perhaps , like these : " It is my duty to my still kind lord . ” 66 392. If thou dost nod thou break'st thy in- strument : " I'll take it from thee . " There is something exquisitely delicate and affecting in this scene between ...
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... night's black ; hereditary . 44. " Than what he chooses . " I suppose some words ' are lost from this hemis tic ; perhaps these : " Cæsar , think it so . ” 26 66 Say , this becomes him , ( As 42 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... night's black ; hereditary . 44. " Than what he chooses . " I suppose some words ' are lost from this hemis tic ; perhaps these : " Cæsar , think it so . ” 26 66 Say , this becomes him , ( As 42 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
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... lost ; perhaps , like these : 66 ( 6 Be assured of it . " She makes hungry , " Where most she satisfies . " . We meet with the same thought in Hamlet : " She would hang on him , " As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ...
... lost ; perhaps , like these : 66 ( 6 Be assured of it . " She makes hungry , " Where most she satisfies . " . We meet with the same thought in Hamlet : " She would hang on him , " As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ...
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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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