Act V.
Sc. 1.
"That is hot ice, and wondrous strange snow."
'Strange' is a very feeble word here. If, as I have ventured to do, we read 'sable snow,' we have a parallel to 'hot ice.' Upton read black; Staunton swarthy; Hanmer scorching.
"And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect
Takes it in might not merit."
As there are no short lines in this play, I think a word has been lost in the first line. I read faltering, Theobald read 'willing duty.'
"His speech was like unto a tangled chain."