The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Glossarial index. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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Pagina 2
... WARBURTON . No one has hitherto been lucky enough to difcover the ro- mance on which Shakspeare may be fuppofed to have founded this play , the beauties of which could not fecure it from the cri- ticifm of Ben Jonfon , whofe malignity ...
... WARBURTON . No one has hitherto been lucky enough to difcover the ro- mance on which Shakspeare may be fuppofed to have founded this play , the beauties of which could not fecure it from the cri- ticifm of Ben Jonfon , whofe malignity ...
Pagina 12
... Warburton , read that there is no foul loft , without any notice of the variation . Mr. Theobald fubftitutes no foil , and Mr. Pope follows him . To come fo near the right , and yet to miss it , is No , not fo much perdition as an hair ...
... Warburton , read that there is no foul loft , without any notice of the variation . Mr. Theobald fubftitutes no foil , and Mr. Pope follows him . To come fo near the right , and yet to miss it , is No , not fo much perdition as an hair ...
Pagina 15
... the fecond folio . MALONE . To trash for over - topping ; ] To trash , as Dr. Warburton obferves , is to cut away the fuperfluities . This word I have met with in The creatures that were mine ; I fay , or TEMPEST . 15.
... the fecond folio . MALONE . To trash for over - topping ; ] To trash , as Dr. Warburton obferves , is to cut away the fuperfluities . This word I have met with in The creatures that were mine ; I fay , or TEMPEST . 15.
Pagina 18
... Warburton . STEEVENS . reads 7 He was the duke ; out of the fubftitution , ] The old copy " He was indeed the duke . " I have omitted the word indeed , for the fake of metre . The reader should place his emphasis on - was . STEEVENS . 8 ...
... Warburton . STEEVENS . reads 7 He was the duke ; out of the fubftitution , ] The old copy " He was indeed the duke . " I have omitted the word indeed , for the fake of metre . The reader should place his emphasis on - was . STEEVENS . 8 ...
Pagina 21
... Warburton reads mock'd ; the Oxford edition brack'd . JOHNSON . Verftegan , p . 61. fpeaking of Beer , fays , " So the overdecking " or covering of beer came to be called berham , and afterwards " barme . " This very well fupports Dr ...
... Warburton reads mock'd ; the Oxford edition brack'd . JOHNSON . Verftegan , p . 61. fpeaking of Beer , fays , " So the overdecking " or covering of beer came to be called berham , and afterwards " barme . " This very well fupports Dr ...
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Pagina 80 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Pagina 372 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Pagina 154 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Pagina 372 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Pagina 141 - Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier...
Pagina 143 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.
Pagina 39 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Pagina 12 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Pagina 231 - ... tis not to have you gone ; For why, the fools are mad if left alone. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ; For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away : Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels
Pagina 155 - Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy ! and set it down With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves When no man was his own.