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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... Rowe . 157 , 158 your eyes ... your judgement ] your own eyes ... your judgment Johnson . 178 Cel . ] Orl . Theobald . 223 promise ] promise here Keightley . 248 the ] these Rowe . of ] to F3F4- i . 3. 63 we ] we but Pope . 91 Hath ] Has ...
... Rowe . 157 , 158 your eyes ... your judgement ] your own eyes ... your judgment Johnson . 178 Cel . ] Orl . Theobald . 223 promise ] promise here Keightley . 248 the ] these Rowe . of ] to F3F4- i . 3. 63 we ] we but Pope . 91 Hath ] Has ...
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... Rowe . 90 sir ] Q. om . Ff . 92 we ] you Rowe ( ed . 2 ) . Bene . What , my dear Lady Disdain ! are 6 ACT I. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... Rowe . 90 sir ] Q. om . Ff . 92 we ] you Rowe ( ed . 2 ) . Bene . What , my dear Lady Disdain ! are 6 ACT I. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
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... Rowe ( ed . 2 ) . Qu Q Ff . 276 much . ] Rowe . much ? Q Ff . 284 her ] Q. my Ff . 285 Claud . ] Leon . Hanmer . 286 for alliance ] our alliance Theobald conj . MS . 287 to ] through Jackson conj . world ] wood Johnson conj . 297 sun ...
... Rowe ( ed . 2 ) . Qu Q Ff . 276 much . ] Rowe . much ? Q Ff . 284 her ] Q. my Ff . 285 Claud . ] Leon . Hanmer . 286 for alliance ] our alliance Theobald conj . MS . 287 to ] through Jackson conj . world ] wood Johnson conj . 297 sun ...
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... Rowe . 40 Claudio ] Borachio Pope , ed . 2 ( Theobald ) . See note ( XII ) . 41 80 ] om . F3F4 . 43 truth ] Q. truths Ff . proofes Col- lier MS . Hero's ] her Capell . 49 you ] Q. thou Ff . 51 [ Exeunt . ] Rowe . Exit . Q Ff . SCENE III ...
... Rowe . 40 Claudio ] Borachio Pope , ed . 2 ( Theobald ) . See note ( XII ) . 41 80 ] om . F3F4 . 43 truth ] Q. truths Ff . proofes Col- lier MS . Hero's ] her Capell . 49 you ] Q. thou Ff . 51 [ Exeunt . ] Rowe . Exit . Q Ff . SCENE III ...
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... Rowe . 191 177 , 178 keep peace ] keep the peace Dyce ( ed . 2 ) . 183 seek ] Q. see Ff . 184 wear ] wait Rowe ( ed . 1 ) . 190 see ] shew Rowe ( ed . 1 ) . 191 unworthy ] Q. unworthy to have Ff . 192 walk ] walk in Keightley conj ...
... Rowe . 191 177 , 178 keep peace ] keep the peace Dyce ( ed . 2 ) . 183 seek ] Q. see Ff . 184 wear ] wait Rowe ( ed . 1 ) . 190 see ] shew Rowe ( ed . 1 ) . 191 unworthy ] Q. unworthy to have Ff . 192 walk ] walk in Keightley conj ...
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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.