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2nd folio reads 4tos and folio 4tos read adopted All's allusion aposiopesis better to read blank verse Capell Chaucer Collier's folio reads conjecture Coriolanus correction critics Cymb doth doubt Dyce Edition editors effaced ellipsis emendation evidently eyes Falstaff Fletch followed Gentlemen of Verona give Hanmer read hath heaven incline to read instance Introd Johnson King last line lord lost Macb Malone meaning metre metre requires metric never Noble Kinsmen occurs omitted original Othello passage perhaps read play Plutarch poet poet wrote poet's word Pope read printed printer probably properly read prose punctuation Queen rime Rowe second line seems sense and metre Shakespeare speech Steevens Stratford supposed syllable Tale Temp term thee Theobald read thou tion Titus Andronicus transposed transposition Troilus and Cressida Twelfth Night Tyrwhitt usual reading verb verse Warburton Winter's Tale written
Page 88 - 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, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 5 - ... 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 6 - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.
Page 88 - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Page 88 - A parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide. For after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a babbled of green fields.
Page 88 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Page 394 - A log of wood is brought into the midst of the room : this is Dun, (the cart-horse,) and a cry is raised, that he is stuck in the mire. Two of the company advance, either with or without ropes, to draw him out. After repeated attempts, they find themselves unable to do it, and call for more assistance. — The game continues till all the company take part in it, when Dun...
Page 332 - Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 330 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.