Notes and Emendations to the Text of Shakespeare's Plays from Early Manuscript Corrections in a Copy of the Folio, 1632: Forming a Supplemental Volume to the Works of Shakespeare by the Same Editor

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Página 412 - And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Página 171 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. — That strain again ! — it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, (') That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! — Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Página 459 - I have no way, and therefore want no eyes : I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen, Our means secure us ; and our mere defects Prove our commodities.
Página 438 - I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
Página 482 - Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.
Página 328 - 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.
Página 91 - And where we are, our learning likewise is. Then, when ourselves we see in ladies...
Página xxvii - What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Página 479 - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at...
Página 117 - Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea ; the beauteous scarf Veiling an Indian beauty ; in a word, The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest.

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