Remarks on Mr. J. P. Collier's and Mr. C. Knight's Editions of ShakespeareE. Moxon, 1843 - 299 sider |
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... punctuation ( to express his idea according to our modern notions of punctuation ) ought to be as fol- lows : - Where the bee sucks , there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry On the bat's back . I do fly ...
... punctuation ( to express his idea according to our modern notions of punctuation ) ought to be as fol- lows : - Where the bee sucks , there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry On the bat's back . I do fly ...
Side 11
... punctuation of this celebrated song ; " " Where the bee sucks , there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie ; There I couch when owls do cry . On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily . Merrily , merrily shall I live now Under the ...
... punctuation of this celebrated song ; " " Where the bee sucks , there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie ; There I couch when owls do cry . On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily . Merrily , merrily shall I live now Under the ...
Side 29
... punctuation , but with an obvious misprint . The last line of this speech , as Mr. Collier himself ob- serves , is " a repetition of an expression previously used by Adriana , " " So befal my soul , As this is false he burdens me withal ...
... punctuation , but with an obvious misprint . The last line of this speech , as Mr. Collier himself ob- serves , is " a repetition of an expression previously used by Adriana , " " So befal my soul , As this is false he burdens me withal ...
Side 32
... punctuation seems to shew that the expres- sion was not understood . " What is he for a fool " is equi- valent to - What manner of fool is he , - What fool is he ? See Gifford's note on B. Jonson's Works , iii . 397 . " 6 ACT II . SCENE ...
... punctuation seems to shew that the expres- sion was not understood . " What is he for a fool " is equi- valent to - What manner of fool is he , - What fool is he ? See Gifford's note on B. Jonson's Works , iii . 397 . " 6 ACT II . SCENE ...
Side 79
... punctuation and explanation must surely have become so evident to himself , that he would have at once discarded them . The question , " May't be affection ? " is odd and feeble enough : but how could Hermione be said to " communicate ...
... punctuation and explanation must surely have become so evident to himself , that he would have at once discarded them . The question , " May't be affection ? " is odd and feeble enough : but how could Hermione be said to " communicate ...
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Remarks on Mr. J. P. Collier's and Mr. C. Knight's Editions of Shakespeare Alexander Dyce Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1844 |
Remarks on Mr. J. P. Collier's and Mr. C. Knight's Editions of Shakespeare Alexander Dyce Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1844 |
Remarks on Mr. J. P. Collier's and Mr. C. Knight's Editions of Shakespeare Alexander Dyce Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1844 |
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Side 11 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire...
Side 181 - Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man...
Side 7 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Side 11 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Side 186 - With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, And in the porches of mine ears did pour The leperous distilment ; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood : so did it mine ; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, All my smooth body.
Side 69 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Side 219 - Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe...
Side 84 - I be so forward with him that calls not on me? well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Side 124 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Side 116 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's...