The Works of William Shakspeare: The Text Formed from an Intirely New Collation of the Old Editions, with the Various Readings, Notes, a Life of the Poet, and a History of the Early English Stage, 第 8 卷 |
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... sweet Alexas , most any thing - WHOSE every passion fully strives ] The folio , 1623 , has who for " whose , " the change having been made in the folio , 1632 , and not left until Rowe's time , as Malone asserts , apparently without ...
... sweet Alexas , most any thing - WHOSE every passion fully strives ] The folio , 1623 , has who for " whose , " the change having been made in the folio , 1632 , and not left until Rowe's time , as Malone asserts , apparently without ...
第9页
... the happy , but easy , correction was made by Warburton . ALEXAS , come , his fortune , ] The printer of the folio , 1623 , mistaking woman that cannot go , sweet Isis , I beseech SCENE II . ] 9 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... the happy , but easy , correction was made by Warburton . ALEXAS , come , his fortune , ] The printer of the folio , 1623 , mistaking woman that cannot go , sweet Isis , I beseech SCENE II . ] 9 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
第10页
... sweet Isis , I beseech thee : and let her die too , and give him a worse ; and let worse follow worse , till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave , fifty - fold a cuckold . Good Isis , hear me this prayer , though thou deny ...
... sweet Isis , I beseech thee : and let her die too , and give him a worse ; and let worse follow worse , till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave , fifty - fold a cuckold . Good Isis , hear me this prayer , though thou deny ...
第16页
... sweet queen , - Cleo . Nay , pray you , seek no colour for your going , But bid farewell , and go : when you sued staying , Then was the time for words ; no going then : Eternity was in our lips , and eyes ; Bliss in our brows ' bent ...
... sweet queen , - Cleo . Nay , pray you , seek no colour for your going , But bid farewell , and go : when you sued staying , Then was the time for words ; no going then : Eternity was in our lips , and eyes ; Bliss in our brows ' bent ...
第59页
... . Cæs . No , sweet Octavia , You shall hear from me still : the time shall not Out - go my thinking on you . Ant . Come , sir , come ; I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love : SCENE II . ] ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . 59 59.
... . Cæs . No , sweet Octavia , You shall hear from me still : the time shall not Out - go my thinking on you . Ant . Come , sir , come ; I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love : SCENE II . ] ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . 59 59.
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