The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
A prison.] Pope. Outer room of a prison. Capell.
Enter PAULINA....] Hanmer. Enter Paulina, a Gentleman, Gaoler, Emilia.
Ff.
[2] _knowledge_] _the knowledge_ Rowe.
[2, 6] _who_] F1. _whom_ F2 F3 F4.
[Exit Gent.] Rowe (after line 1). om. Ff.
[4] Re-enter....] Rowe (after _do you not?_), om. Ff.
[7-10] Arranged as in Hanmer. _Here's ... from,_ as one line in Ff.
Capell ends the lines _queen ... contrary ... ado, ... from._
[11-13] Hanmer ends the lines _lawful ... them? ... madam._
[13] _So please_] _If it so please_ Hanmer.
[14] _apart_] _a-part_ F1 F2 F3. _a part_ F4.
[15] _pray now_] F1. _pray you now_ F2 F3 F4.
[16] [Exeunt Gent, and Attendants.] Exeunt Gent. &c. Theobald. om. Ff.
[17] _your_] _all your_ Hanmer, ending the lines _be ... well, well
... prithee._
[18] _Well, be't_] _Well; be it_ Rowe. _Well, well; Be it_ Hanmer.
[Exit G.] Exit Kee. Capell. om. Ff.
[19] _Here's_] _Here is_ Capell, reading lines 18-21 as three, ending
_ado ... colouring ... lady?_
[20] Re-enter....] Re-enter Keeper with E. Capell. Enter Emilia. F2 F3
F4. om. F1.
[21] _our_] _one_ F2.
[29] _I am_] _I'm_ Pope.
[30] _unsafe_] _unsane_ Collier (Collier MS.).
_lunes_] _lures_ Becket conj.
_i' the_] _i' th'_ Ff. _o' the_ Steevens.
[31] _On't_] _of it_ Pope.
_he shall_] _shall_ Rowe.
[33] _honey-mouth'd_] _honey-mouth_ Warburton.
[45] _there is_] _there's_ Hanmer.
[49] _hammer'd of_] _hammered of_ Ff. _hammer'd on_ Hanmer.
[51] _Lest_] Rowe. _Least_ Ff.
[53] _let't_] F3 F4. _le't_ F1 F2. _let it_ Steevens.
[59] _This child_] _The child_ Rowe.
[64-66] As two lines in Capell, ending _upon ... danger._
[66] _betwixt_] _'twixt_ Pope.
SCENE III. _A room in_ LEONTES' _palace_.
_Enter_ LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, _and_ Servants.
_Leon._ Nor night nor day no rest: it is but weakness
To bear the matter thus; mere weakness. If
The cause were not in being,--part o' the cause,
She the adulteress; for the harlot king
Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank 5
And level of my brain, plot-proof; but she
I can hook to me: say that she were gone,
Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest
Might come to me again. Who's there?
_First Serv._ My lord?
_Leon._ How does the boy?
_First Serv._ He took good rest to-night; 10
'Tis hoped his sickness is discharged.
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