Cruces Shakespearianae: Difficult Passages in the Works of Shakespeare : the Text of the Folio and Quartos Collated with the Lections of Recent Editions and the Old Commentators, with Original Emendations and NotesG. Bell, 1883 - 507 страници |
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... dead waste and middle of the night . " The Malcontent , “ Augmented by Marston , 1604 , " - " " Tis now about the immodest waste of night , The mother of moist dew with pallide light Spreads gloomie shades about the mummed earth ...
... dead waste and middle of the night . " The Malcontent , “ Augmented by Marston , 1604 , " - " " Tis now about the immodest waste of night , The mother of moist dew with pallide light Spreads gloomie shades about the mummed earth ...
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... dead wast and middle of the night . " And so the second , third , and fourth quartos . The second and third folios have " waste . " The fifth and sixth quartos , and that of 1603 , misprint " vast . " All the compared eds . here retain ...
... dead wast and middle of the night . " And so the second , third , and fourth quartos . The second and third folios have " waste . " The fifth and sixth quartos , and that of 1603 , misprint " vast . " All the compared eds . here retain ...
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... dead . " That love had not yet come to life again . Julia " " Mine in my love to Julia . So , A. W. ii . 3 , 79 , - " Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me . " explained by the parallel passage in the same scene , ACT V. sc . 4 ...
... dead . " That love had not yet come to life again . Julia " " Mine in my love to Julia . So , A. W. ii . 3 , 79 , - " Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me . " explained by the parallel passage in the same scene , ACT V. sc . 4 ...
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... dead - only to be re - awakened by her voice and presence : his guilty love to Silvia was past - repented of , and forgiven : Valentine had taken him again to his heart ; and in grateful return Proteus renews his old love to him ; love ...
... dead - only to be re - awakened by her voice and presence : his guilty love to Silvia was past - repented of , and forgiven : Valentine had taken him again to his heart ; and in grateful return Proteus renews his old love to him ; love ...
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... dead is , " altered by Dyce to is dead ; " T. S. ii . 1 , 160 , “ As had she studied to mis- use me so , " altered by Dyce , Singer , and Staunton to " As she had ; " T. S. iv . 1 , 43 , " and as much news as wilt thou " ( folio ) -here ...
... dead is , " altered by Dyce to is dead ; " T. S. ii . 1 , 160 , “ As had she studied to mis- use me so , " altered by Dyce , Singer , and Staunton to " As she had ; " T. S. iv . 1 , 43 , " and as much news as wilt thou " ( folio ) -here ...
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