Remarks, Critical, Conjectural, and Explanatory, Upon the Plays of Shakspeare: Resulting from a Collation of the Early Copies, with that of Johnson and Steevens, Ed. by Isaac Reed, Esq., Together with Some Valuable Extracts from the Mss. of the Late Right Honourable John, Lord Chedworth, Issue 1 |
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Mr. Malone's note appears to me ingeniously absurd . If you're paid be the true
reading , the words must ( as Mr. Mason has remarked , ) be given to Sebastian ;
and this I think not improbable . LORD CHEDWORTH . 75 . Twenty consciences ...
Mr. Malone's note appears to me ingeniously absurd . If you're paid be the true
reading , the words must ( as Mr. Mason has remarked , ) be given to Sebastian ;
and this I think not improbable . LORD CHEDWORTH . 75 . Twenty consciences ...
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... this of Mr. Henley's , a book may be swelled to any size that will suit the editor's
purpose . LORD CHEDWORTH . 104. “ What a pied ninny's this . ” Mr. Steevens
is right ; Mr. Malone's remark is true , but there is no occasion to have recourse to
...
... this of Mr. Henley's , a book may be swelled to any size that will suit the editor's
purpose . LORD CHEDWORTH . 104. “ What a pied ninny's this . ” Mr. Steevens
is right ; Mr. Malone's remark is true , but there is no occasion to have recourse to
...
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Mood , says Mr. Malone , is anger or resentment ; but this is not a just definition of
the word ; mood is any arbitrary or capricious disposition of the mind , and may as
well be generosity , sullenness , & c . Fortune is merry , “ And in this mood will ...
Mood , says Mr. Malone , is anger or resentment ; but this is not a just definition of
the word ; mood is any arbitrary or capricious disposition of the mind , and may as
well be generosity , sullenness , & c . Fortune is merry , “ And in this mood will ...
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Mr. Malone observes that this should be overflow'd , and , surely , he is right ,
notwithstanding the authority which Mr. Steevens would bring from Johnson's
Dictionary to support the text : flown is the participle passive of to fly ; flow'd , of to
flow ...
Mr. Malone observes that this should be overflow'd , and , surely , he is right ,
notwithstanding the authority which Mr. Steevens would bring from Johnson's
Dictionary to support the text : flown is the participle passive of to fly ; flow'd , of to
flow ...
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... of hot ice ; and from Mr. Malone , in this case , I should have expected some
better recommendation of Mr. Mason's amendment that that strong and strange
have sometimes by printers been confounded 50 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S
DREAN .
... of hot ice ; and from Mr. Malone , in this case , I should have expected some
better recommendation of Mr. Mason's amendment that that strong and strange
have sometimes by printers been confounded 50 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S
DREAN .
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Page 188 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 188 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Page 346 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart, wrapt in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Page 24 - But what my power might else exact, — like one Who having unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie...
Page 44 - Hyems' chin, and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries ; and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which : And this same progeny of evils comes From our debate, from our dissension: We are their parents and original.
Page 357 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend: so Caesar may; Then, lest he may, prevent.
Page 56 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 188 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Page 409 - From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Page 88 - 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.