Remarks on Three Plays of Benjamin Jonson: Viz. Volpone, Or the Fox: Epicoene, ... and The Alchimist, 2. ciltG. Hawkins, 1749 - 124 sayfa |
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A& II againſt alludes allufion ARISTOPHANES Bacchides beetle CÆSAR called Catiline CICERO citterne confult Coriolanus corrected CORVINO dreffing dreft ears enim erit EUPHORBUS explained expreffion fame fays feeme femper fent fhall fhew fignifies fing firſt fome fometimes fool fpeaks fpeech ftill fuch Greek Hæc Hence himſelf HORACE Humour Ibid illa imitated Inftead inquis JONSON JUVENAL lady Vanitie learned comedian likewife LOLLIA PAULINA LUCIAN MARY AMBREE meaſure mentioned Mosc Mosca moſt motley fool mountebank muſt obferves Ophion OVID paffage perfons PLAUTUS play pleaſe poet Poetafter preſent quæ quid quod reader Sejanus SHAKESPEARE ſhall ſhould ſhould read Silent Woman ſome ſpeaking ſtate ſtill ſtrange thee theſe thofe thoſe thou tibi tranflates ufed underſtand uſed verfe verſe VOLP VOLPONE wench word δὲ καὶ οἱ τε τὸ τὸν
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