Comparison of William Shakespeare Cardenio 5.1 to William Shakespeare
Summary
William Shakespeare Cardenio 5.1 has 161 lines, and one of them has a strong match at magnitude 15+ in William Shakespeare. 26% of the lines have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14. 73% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.01 strong matches and 0.68 weak matches.
Cardenio 5.1
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William Shakespeare
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Cardenio 5.1: 16
Prithee rest quiet, man; I have fee’d one for him — A trusty catchpole, too, that will be sure on him. Thou know’st this gallery well; ‘tis at thy use now; ’T’as been at mine full often. Thou may’st sit Like a most private gallant in yon corner, See all the play, and ne’er be seen thyself.
12
Cardenio 3.1: 79
O, no! Thou liv’st no longer, now I think on’t; I take thee at all hazard. [continues next]
12
Cardenio 5.1: 23
I know not yet where I should plant belief, I am so strangely tossed between two tales, I’m told by my wife’s woman the deed’s done, And in Votarius’ tongue ‘tis yet to come; The castle is but upon yielding yet. ’Tis not delivered up. Well, we shall find The mystery shortly. I will entertain The patience of a prisoner i‘th’ meantime.
10
Merry Wives of Windsor 4.2: 76
... errands, does she? We are simple men, we do not know what’s brought to pass under the profession of fortune-telling. She works by charms, by spells, by th’ figure, and such daub’ry as this is, beyond our element; we know nothing. Come down, you witch, you hag you, come down, I say! [continues next]
10
Merchant of Venice 1.2: 2
You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are; and yet for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing. It is no mean happiness therefore to be seated in the mean: superfluity comes sooner by ... [continues next]
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Merry Wives of Windsor 4.2: 77
[continues previous] Nay, good, sweet husband! Good gentlemen, let him not strike the old woman. [continues next]
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Cardenio 5.1: 29
You would not think how much this passion alters you. It drinks up all the beauty of your cheek;
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Merchant of Venice 1.2: 2
[continues previous] You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are; and yet for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing. It is no mean happiness therefore to be seated in the mean: superfluity ...
10
Merry Wives of Windsor 4.2: 76
[continues previous] ... She comes of errands, does she? We are simple men, we do not know what’s brought to pass under the profession of fortune-telling. She works by charms, by spells, by th’ figure, and such daub’ry as this is, beyond our element; we know nothing. Come down, you witch, you hag you, come down, I say!
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.1: 19
Without you? Nay, that’s certain; for without you were so simple, none else would: but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal, that not an eye that sees you but is a physician to comment on your malady.
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Twelfth Night 4.2: 19
I say this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say there was never man thus abus’d. I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question.
15+
Cardenio 5.1: 38
Thou know’st not what thou speak’st. Why, my lord’s he That gives him the house-freedom, all his boldness, Keeps him a purpose here to war with me.
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Cardenio 4.4: 47
In his own private chamber. There he woos me And plies his suit to me with as serious pains As if the short flame of mortality Were lighted up again in my cold breast, [continues next]
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Cardenio 5.1: 42
In mine own chamber, such his impudence is. Nay, my repenting-time is scarce blessed from him; He will offend my prayers.
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Cardenio 4.4: 47
[continues previous] In his own private chamber. There he woos me And plies his suit to me with as serious pains As if the short flame of mortality Were lighted up again in my cold breast,
10
Merry Wives of Windsor 1.1: 70
Ay, by these gloves, did he, or I would I might never come in mine own great chamber again else, of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward shovel-boards, that cost me two shilling and two pence a-piece of Yead Miller — by these gloves.
10
Cardenio 5.1: 49
My lord indeed is the most trouble to her. Now I must show a piece of service here.
12
Cardenio 5.1: 52
O miserable time! Except my lord Do wake in honourable pity to me, And rid this vicious gamester from his house, Whom I have checked so often, here I vow I’ll imitate my noble sister’s fate, Late mistress to the worthy Govianus, And cast away my life as she did hers.
10
Cardenio 1.2: 235
I’m bold to throw my cloak off at this news, Which I ne’er durst before, and kiss thee freelier. What is he, sirrah? [continues next]
10
Cardenio 1.2: 235
[continues previous] I’m bold to throw my cloak off at this news, Which I ne’er durst before, and kiss thee freelier. What is he, sirrah? [continues next]
10
Cardenio 1.2: 235
[continues previous] I’m bold to throw my cloak off at this news, Which I ne’er durst before, and kiss thee freelier. What is he, sirrah?
10
Much Ado About Nothing 3.4: 38
Moral? No, by my troth I have no moral meaning, I meant plain holy-thistle. You may think perchance that I think you are in love. Nay, by’r lady, I am not such a fool to think what I list, nor I list not to think what I can, nor indeed I cannot think, if I would think my heart out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be ...
10
Henry IV Part 1 2.4: 159
A goodly portly man, i’ faith, and a corpulent, of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage, and as I think, his age some fifty, or, by’r lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff. If that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then peremptorily I speak ...
11
Cardenio 5.1: 93
O deadly poison after a sweet banquet! What make I here? I had forgot my part! I am an actor too, and ne’er thought on’t. The blackness of this season cannot miss me. To Anselmus. Sirrah! You, lord!
11
Cardenio 5.1: 111
Heart! Must I prick you forward? Either up, Or, sir, I’ll take my chance. Thou couldst kill her Without repenting that deserved more pity!
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Pericles 4.6: 31
My lord, she’s not pac’d yet, you must take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave his honor and her together. Go thy ways.
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Cardenio 5.1: 147
O, thunder that awakes me e’en from death, And makes me curse my confidence with cold lips, I feel his words in flames about my soul; H’as more than killed me.
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Henry VI Part 2 4.7: 59
I feel remorse in myself with his words; but I’ll bridle it. He shall die, and it be but for pleading so well for his life. — Away with him, he has a familiar under his tongue, he speaks not a’ God’s name. Go, take him away I say, and strike off his head presently, and then break ...
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Cardenio 5.1: 153
Were my soul bid to joy’s eternal banquet, And were assured to find thee there a guest, I‘d sup with torments, and refuse that feast. O thou beguiler of man’s easy trust!
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Cardenio 5.1: 161
Brother, I came for thy advice, but I Find thee so ill a counsellor to thyself That I repent my pains, and depart sighing. The body of my love is still at court; I am not well to think on’t. The poor spirit Was with me once again about it, troth; And I can put off no more for shame, Though I desire to have it haunt me still And never to give over, ‘tis so pleasing. I must to court: I’ve plighted my faith to’t; ’T’as opened me the way to the revenge. Tyrant, I’ll run thee on a dangerous shelf, Though I be forced to fly this land myself.