The Works of William Shakespeare: Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of Venice. As you like itMacmillan, 1891 |
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... Keightley . 248 the ] these Rowe . of ] to F3F4- i . 3. 63 we ] we but Pope . 91 Hath ] Has Rowe ( ed . 2 ) . 112 me ] om . F4 . 113 curtle - axe ] curtelass Capell . 133 go we in content ] go in ; we consent Neil conj . ii . 1. 5 but ...
... Keightley . 248 the ] these Rowe . of ] to F3F4- i . 3. 63 we ] we but Pope . 91 Hath ] Has Rowe ( ed . 2 ) . 112 me ] om . F4 . 113 curtle - axe ] curtelass Capell . 133 go we in content ] go in ; we consent Neil conj . ii . 1. 5 but ...
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... Keightley conj . on Hudson . ( Keightley conj . ) . 110 pernicious ] pertinacious Grey conj . 115 an ] Rowe . and Q Ff . if Pope . 116 yours were ] yours Hudson ( Collier MS . ) . you wear Anon . conj . ( N. & Q. 1879 ) . 121 ] Capell ...
... Keightley conj . on Hudson . ( Keightley conj . ) . 110 pernicious ] pertinacious Grey conj . 115 an ] Rowe . and Q Ff . if Pope . 116 yours were ] yours Hudson ( Collier MS . ) . you wear Anon . conj . ( N. & Q. 1879 ) . 121 ] Capell ...
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... FF2 in F3F4 . the ] to Hudson ( Hayley conj . ) . thy Keightley conj . ( N. & Q. 1867 ) . 286 the ] a F4- 290 presently instantly Capell conj . MS . SCENE II . A room in LEONATO's house . Enter SCENE I. 13 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... FF2 in F3F4 . the ] to Hudson ( Hayley conj . ) . thy Keightley conj . ( N. & Q. 1867 ) . 286 the ] a F4- 290 presently instantly Capell conj . MS . SCENE II . A room in LEONATO's house . Enter SCENE I. 13 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
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... Keightley conj . 220 me ] him Keightley . 221 her terminations ] Q. terminations Ff . her minations S. Walker conj . 222 to the north ] the north Warburton conj . 224 left ] lent Collier , ed . 2 ( Collier MS . ) . before ] after ...
... Keightley conj . 220 me ] him Keightley . 221 her terminations ] Q. terminations Ff . her minations S. Walker conj . 222 to the north ] the north Warburton conj . 224 left ] lent Collier , ed . 2 ( Collier MS . ) . before ] after ...
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... . 45-56 Put into the margin as spu- rious by Pope . 46 suit ] suit thus Keightley . 53 nothing ] Q Ff . [ Air . ] Capell . noting Theobald . om . Q Ff . Bene . Now , divine air ! now is his 3-2 SCENE III . 35 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... . 45-56 Put into the margin as spu- rious by Pope . 46 suit ] suit thus Keightley . 53 nothing ] Q Ff . [ Air . ] Capell . noting Theobald . om . Q Ff . Bene . Now , divine air ! now is his 3-2 SCENE III . 35 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
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Seite 345 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Seite 384 - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? If you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Seite 474 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 306 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Seite 475 - That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish ; and, indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heaved forth such groans, That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase ; and thus the hairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears. Duke S. But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralize this spectacle ? 1...
Seite 473 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than- the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 489 - And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see,' quoth he, 'how the world wags: Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Seite 302 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge, when you hear.