The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 11C. and A. Conrad, 1808 |
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... Hanmer very properly completes this broken verse , by reading- 3 4 He is , my lord . Steevens . Warwick's youngest daughter : ] See Vol . X , p . 375 , n . 5 . Steevens . obsequiously lament — ] Obsequious , in this instance , means ...
... Hanmer very properly completes this broken verse , by reading- 3 4 He is , my lord . Steevens . Warwick's youngest daughter : ] See Vol . X , p . 375 , n . 5 . Steevens . obsequiously lament — ] Obsequious , in this instance , means ...
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... Hanmer's opinion than Dr. Warburton's , because effect is used immediately in its common sense , in answer to this line . Johnson . I believe the obvious sense is the true one . So , in The York- shire Tragedy , 1608 : 16 thou art the ...
... Hanmer's opinion than Dr. Warburton's , because effect is used immediately in its common sense , in answer to this line . Johnson . I believe the obvious sense is the true one . So , in The York- shire Tragedy , 1608 : 16 thou art the ...
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... Hanmer , and is very plausible ; yet the common reading may stand : Weigh it but with the grossness of this age , You break not sanctuary , That is , compare the act of seizing him with the gross and li- centious practices of these ...
... Hanmer , and is very plausible ; yet the common reading may stand : Weigh it but with the grossness of this age , You break not sanctuary , That is , compare the act of seizing him with the gross and li- centious practices of these ...
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... Hanmer , for the sake of metre . Steevens . 5 And , being but a toy , which is no grief to give . ] The reading of the quartos is - gift . The first folio reads : And , being but a toy , which is no grief to give . Glo . A greater gift ...
... Hanmer , for the sake of metre . Steevens . 5 And , being but a toy , which is no grief to give . ] The reading of the quartos is - gift . The first folio reads : And , being but a toy , which is no grief to give . Glo . A greater gift ...
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... Hanmer , Without it this half line is harsh , and quite unmetrical . Steevens . * The addition of Sir by Mr. Hanmer may render this line more pleasing to the delicate ear of Mr. Steevens , but his sense of pro- priety should have ...
... Hanmer , Without it this half line is harsh , and quite unmetrical . Steevens . * The addition of Sir by Mr. Hanmer may render this line more pleasing to the delicate ear of Mr. Steevens , but his sense of pro- priety should have ...
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Page 293 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin.
Page 12 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 312 - Ipswich and Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Page 209 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Page 11 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— I— that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph...
Page 47 - Upon the hatches : thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befall'n us.
Page 49 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 177 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 298 - 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 ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Page 297 - O my lord! Must I then, leave you? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service; but my prayers For ever and for ever, shall be yours.