Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
[1520] Traced. 1563.
[1521] Trauayle end. 1563, 71, 75, 78.
[1522] Arose. 1563.
[1523] And. 1571, 87. N.
[1524] A dreadfull lothly. N.
[1525] The ayer. 1563. I’the air. Capell.
[1526] Pestilent. 1563. Pestlent. 1571, 75, 78, 87. Noysome. N. Noysom
vapours. Warton.
[1527] Jer. 1578.
[1528] Tost. Capell.
[1529] The, omitted. 1571, 75, 78, 87. N.
[1530] Shoulders. 1563.
[1531] Full dayntlye would he fare. 1563. Capell.
[1532] But. Capell. Warton.
[1533] The, omitted. N.
[1534] That chance. Warton. Capell.
[1535] Esteemed. Warton. Capell.
[1536] Broken. 1563. Capell. Warton.
[1537] But, an’ the. Warton. Capell.
[1538] His, omitted. N. Her. Capell.
[1539] Neuer. 1563, 71.
[1540] Sometimes. Warton.
[1541] Bread. Warton.
[1542] O. Capell. Warton.
[1543] Ne. 1571, 75, 78.
[1544] Shrinkt. N.
[1545] Glittering. 1571.
[1546] Look’d. Capell. Warton.
[1547] Kings. 1563.
[1548] His kings, his princes, peers. Capell. Warton.
[1549] Stanzas 59, 60, and 61, omitted by Capell and Warton.
[1550] Trebery, corrected to Treby, in faults escaped, ed. 1563. The
error uniformly continued in every subsequent edition.
[1551] Thebes too I saw. Capell. Warton.
[1552] God. 1571, 87. N.
[1553] ‘Perfore,’ ed. 1563. The others have ‘perforce.’ A similar line
in the legend of Lord Hastings, see stanza 27, l. 2, p. 284.
[1554] O Troy, Troy, _Troy_; amended by Capell and repeated by Warton.
[1555] ‘Vpspring,’ corrected by ed. 1563. So Capell and Warton. All the
others read vprising.
[1556] Greek. Capell.
[1557] Liuelike. 1563.
[1558] My. 1571, 75, 78.
[1559] Boote. 1571, 75, 78.
[1560] The vnwonted. 1563, 71. Capell.
[1561] The ayer. 1563, 71. Capell.
[1562] Whils. 1571, 75, 78. Whiles. Capell.
[1563] Passed by. 1563, 71.
[1564] Instead of the 74th stanza the four following are substituted by
Niccols, who has so closely imitated his author that Warton has given
the first two stanzas as genuine.
Thence did we passe the three-fold emperie,
To th’ vtmost bounds, where _Radamanthus_ raignes,
Where proud folke waile there woefull miserie,
Where dreadfull din of thousand dragging chaines,
And balefull shriekes of ghosts in deadly paines
Tortur’d eternally are heard most brim
Through silent shades of night so darke and dim.
From hence vpon our way we forward passe,
And through the groues and vncoth paths we goe,
Which leade vnto the _Cyclops_ walles of brasse:
And where that maine-broad flood for aye doth floe,
Which parts the gladsome fields from place of woe,
Whence none shall euer passe t’_Elizium_ plaine,
Or from _Elizium_ euer turne againe.
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