The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth-night. The winter's taleChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... W. N. Lettsom , adds in a note ; Rank , ' no doubt , is rank non- so is Grey's conjecture , ' rant . ' Hanmer's ' rate ' seems to me the genuine word . Even Whiter pays it an involuntary homage , when he ex- plains ' rank ' as the jog ...
... W. N. Lettsom , adds in a note ; Rank , ' no doubt , is rank non- so is Grey's conjecture , ' rant . ' Hanmer's ' rate ' seems to me the genuine word . Even Whiter pays it an involuntary homage , when he ex- plains ' rank ' as the jog ...
Strana 92
... W. N. Lettsom ( note on Walker's work , ubi supra ) would read here " What though you had some beauty , " & c . , considering the " hau " of the folio to be an error for " had . " P. 52. ( 108 ) The folio has " your . " P. 54. ( 109 ) ...
... W. N. Lettsom ( note on Walker's work , ubi supra ) would read here " What though you had some beauty , " & c . , considering the " hau " of the folio to be an error for " had . " P. 52. ( 108 ) The folio has " your . " P. 54. ( 109 ) ...
Strana 94
... W. N. LETTSOM . P. 58. ( 119 ) Warburton reads " weep . " P. 59. ( 120 ) " sleep . " " make her fault her husband's occasion , " " Sir Thomas Hanmer , " says Mr. Collier , " made a tolerable guess , when he altered ' occasion ' to ...
... W. N. LETTSOM . P. 58. ( 119 ) Warburton reads " weep . " P. 59. ( 120 ) " sleep . " " make her fault her husband's occasion , " " Sir Thomas Hanmer , " says Mr. Collier , " made a tolerable guess , when he altered ' occasion ' to ...
Strana 95
... W. N. Lettsom ( note , ibid . ) most ingeniously proposes , P. 63. ( 130 ) 66 " Of female favour , but bestows himself Like a right forester : the woman low . ” The folio has " owner . " P. 63. ( 131 ) " owners " Chewing the cud of ...
... W. N. Lettsom ( note , ibid . ) most ingeniously proposes , P. 63. ( 130 ) 66 " Of female favour , but bestows himself Like a right forester : the woman low . ” The folio has " owner . " P. 63. ( 131 ) " owners " Chewing the cud of ...
Strana 98
... W. N. LETTSOM . P. 72. ( 155 ) " Keep your word , " The folio has " Keepe you your word . " P. 73. ( 156 ) " the " Added in the third folio . ( Compare the next speech of Jaques . ) P. 73. ( 157 ) " I desire you of the like . " See note ...
... W. N. LETTSOM . P. 72. ( 155 ) " Keep your word , " The folio has " Keepe you your word . " P. 73. ( 156 ) " the " Added in the third folio . ( Compare the next speech of Jaques . ) P. 73. ( 157 ) " I desire you of the like . " See note ...
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Strana 352 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: — Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones. Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age.
Strana 354 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. DuJce. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all...