The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Glossarial index. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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Strana 15
... editor of the fecond folio . MALONE . To trash for over - topping ; ] To trash , as Dr. Warburton obferves , is to cut away the fuperfluities . This word I have met with in The creatures that were mine ; I fay , or TEMPEST . 15.
... editor of the fecond folio . MALONE . To trash for over - topping ; ] To trash , as Dr. Warburton obferves , is to cut away the fuperfluities . This word I have met with in The creatures that were mine ; I fay , or TEMPEST . 15.
Strana 33
... editor of the fecond folio , to fupply the metre of the former , introduced the word to ; -reading , " like to a nymph o ' the fea . " The regulation that I have made , fhews that the addition , like many others made by that editor ...
... editor of the fecond folio , to fupply the metre of the former , introduced the word to ; -reading , " like to a nymph o ' the fea . " The regulation that I have made , fhews that the addition , like many others made by that editor ...
Strana 46
... editor of the fourth folio . It was , I am perfuaded , the au- thor's word : There being no article prefixed adds ftrength to this fuppofition . Nothing is more common in his plays than a word being ufed in reply , in a fenfe different ...
... editor of the fourth folio . It was , I am perfuaded , the au- thor's word : There being no article prefixed adds ftrength to this fuppofition . Nothing is more common in his plays than a word being ufed in reply , in a fenfe different ...
Strana 84
... editor who laments the lofs of the words — and and thy , compofe their elegy . STEEVENS . 2 I afeard of him ? -a very weak monster , & c . ] It is to be ob- ferved , that Trinculo the fpeaker is not charged with being afraid ; but it ...
... editor who laments the lofs of the words — and and thy , compofe their elegy . STEEVENS . 2 I afeard of him ? -a very weak monster , & c . ] It is to be ob- ferved , that Trinculo the fpeaker is not charged with being afraid ; but it ...
Strana 87
... editors . In like manner in Coriolanus , Act IV . the fame change was made by him . " I am a Roman , and ( i . e . and yet ) my fervices are , as you are , against them . " Mr. Pope reads " I am a Ro- man , but my fervices , " & c ...
... editors . In like manner in Coriolanus , Act IV . the fame change was made by him . " I am a Roman , and ( i . e . and yet ) my fervices are , as you are , against them . " Mr. Pope reads " I am a Ro- man , but my fervices , " & c ...
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Afide againſt alfo anfwer Antony and Cleopatra Ariel becauſe beſt CAIUS Caliban defire doth DUKE Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion fafe faid Falſtaff fame fays fecond feems fenfe fent fervant fhall fhould fignifies fince firft firſt fleep folio fome fometimes FORD fpeaking fpeech fpirit ftand ftill ftrange fuch fuppofe fure fweet gentleman Gentlemen of Verona hath Henry IV himſelf hoft houſe humour huſband inftance JOHNSON Julia king lady LAUN lord mafter MALONE means miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night obferves old copy paffage phrafe play pleaſe prefent Prince of Tyre Profpero Proteus purpoſe quarto reaſon ſay Shakspeare SHAL ſhall ſhe Silvia SLEN Slender ſpeak SPEED STEEVENS tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou Thurio tranflation ufed uſed Valentine WARBURTON whofe wife woman word
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Strana 80 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Strana 372 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Strana 154 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Strana 372 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Strana 141 - Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier...
Strana 143 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.
Strana 39 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Strana 12 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Strana 231 - ... tis not to have you gone ; For why, the fools are mad if left alone. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ; For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away : Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels
Strana 155 - Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy ! and set it down With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves When no man was his own.