Comparison of William Shakespeare Cardenio 4.2 to William Shakespeare
Summary
William Shakespeare Cardenio 4.2 has 60 lines, and 35% of them have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14 in William Shakespeare. 65% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.5 weak matches.
Cardenio 4.2
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William Shakespeare
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10
Cardenio 1.2: 160
Pray heaven I plucked mine eyes back time enough! I’ll never see her more. I praised the garden But little thought a bed of snakes lay hid in‘t. [continues next]
10
Cardenio 1.2: 160
[continues previous] Pray heaven I plucked mine eyes back time enough! I’ll never see her more. I praised the garden But little thought a bed of snakes lay hid in‘t.
10
Cardenio 4.2: 7
How ar’st thou be so near, when we have threatened Death to thy fellow! Have we lost our power? Or thou thy fear? Leave us in time of grace; ’Twill be too late anon.
10
All's Well That Ends Well 3.5: 3
It is reported that he has taken their great’st commander, and that with his own hand he slew the Duke’s brother. Tucket. We have lost our labor, they are gone a contrary way. Hark! You may know by their trumpets.
10
Cardenio 4.2: 18
Her own fair hand so cruel! Did she choose Destruction before me? Was I no better?
11
Cardenio 4.2: 41
The men I wished for, for secrecy and employment. Go, give order that Govianus be released.
11
Cardenio 4.2: 41
[continues previous] The men I wished for, for secrecy and employment. Go, give order that Govianus be released.
14
Cardenio 4.2: 47
[continues previous] Provide you, sirs, close lanthorns and a pickaxe. Away, be speedy!
10
Double Falsehood 4.1: 121
Grazing below, sir. — What does he mean, to stroke one o’the cheek so? I hope, I’m not betray’d.
11
Cardenio 4.2: 50
Death nor the marble prison my love sleeps in Shall keep her body locked up from mine arms; I must not be so cozened; though her life
12
Cardenio 4.2: 52
To defeat me and my too confident heart. ’Twas a most cruel wisdom to herself, As much to me that loved her. What, returned?
10
Cardenio 4.2: 60
... got a very dreadful leader, What should he make in the cathedral now, The hour so deep in night? All his intents Are contrary to men; in spirit or blood He waxes heavy in his noble mind. His moods are such they cannot bear the weight, Nor will not long, if there be truth in whispers. The honorable father of the state, Noble Helvetius, all the lords agree By some close policy shortly to set free.