Complete works of William Shakespeare . en1; Anon. conj. Me, not begotten1;Malone. Not one begotten1; Anon. conj. Not V. iv. 49. No, misconceived V; so Steevens ; Ff. 1, 2, 3, Nomisconceived,1 F. 4, no, misconceived Joan 9; Capell, No, miscon*ceivers1; Vaughan, No, misconceived!1 114 tftxst part. Notes. V. iv. 121. Poisond; Theobald, *prisondJ V. iv. 150. Standst thou aloof upon comparison f Do youstand to compare your present state, a state which you haveneither right nor power to maintain, with the terms which weoffer? (Johnson). V. v. 39. * Yes, my lord; ; Ff. 2, 3, 4,
Complete works of William Shakespeare . en1; Anon. conj. Me, not begotten1;Malone. Not one begotten1; Anon. conj. Not V. iv. 49. No, misconceived V; so Steevens ; Ff. 1, 2, 3, Nomisconceived,1 F. 4, no, misconceived Joan 9; Capell, No, miscon*ceivers1; Vaughan, No, misconceived!1 114 tftxst part. Notes. V. iv. 121. Poisond; Theobald, *prisondJ V. iv. 150. Standst thou aloof upon comparison f Do youstand to compare your present state, a state which you haveneither right nor power to maintain, with the terms which weoffer? (Johnson). V. v. 39. * Yes, my lord; ; Ff. 2, 3, 4, < Yes, my goodlord; Anon. conj. l Yes, yes, my lord, or i Why, yes, my lord;Dyce, 0, yes, my lord; Vaughan, Yes, my lord—more. V. v, 55. Marriage; so F. 1; Ff. 2, 3, 4, read lBut mar-riage ; perhaps we should read marriage V. v. 64. bringeth, the reading of F. 1; Ff. 2, 3, 4, bringethforth; perhaps the difficulty of the line is due to the quadri-syllable nature of the word contrary ^conteraxy. V. v. 90. * To cross; Walker, Across,. QUEEN :mABGABET — Giva me thy ligncL Second, r ??-- </BCOM)-PM\TOF?KlNOHENPvY-Ylii Enter King and Salsbury, and then the curtaines be drawne, andthe Cardinall is discovered in his bed, raving and staring as ifhe were madde. Car. Oh death, if thou wilt let me live but one whole yeare,He give thee as much gold as will purchase such another iland. King. Oh see my Lord of Salsbury how he is Cardinall, remember Christ must save thy soule. Car. Why died he not in his bed?What would you have me to do then?Can I make men live whether they will or no ?Sirra, go fetch me the strong poison which the Pothicary sent see where Duke Humphreys ghoast doth stand,And stares me in the face. Looke, looke, coame downe his haire,So now hees gone againe: Oh, oh, oh. Sal. See how the panges of death doth gripe his heart. King. Lord Cardinall, if thou diest assured of heavenly blisse,Hold up thy hand and make some signe to us. [The
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