Comparison of William Shakespeare Double Falsehood 4.2 to William Shakespeare
Summary
William Shakespeare Double Falsehood 4.2 has 115 lines, and 7% of them have strong matches at magnitude 15+ in William Shakespeare. 25% of the lines have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14. 68% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.1 strong matches and 0.5 weak matches.
Double Falsehood 4.2
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William Shakespeare
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Comedy of Errors 3.1: 39
Right, sir, I’ll tell you when, and you’ll tell me wherefore. [continues next]
10
Comedy of Errors 3.1: 39
[continues previous] Right, sir, I’ll tell you when, and you’ll tell me wherefore.
10
Macbeth 5.1: 16
Out, damn’d spot! Out, I say! One — two — why then ’tis time to do’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our pow’r to accompt? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
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As You Like It Epilogue: 1
... love you bear to women (as I perceive by your simp’ring, none of you hates them), that between you and the women the play may please. If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleas’d me, complexions that lik’d me, and breaths that I defied not; and I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell. [continues next]
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As You Like It Epilogue: 1
[continues previous] ... you bear to women (as I perceive by your simp’ring, none of you hates them), that between you and the women the play may please. If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleas’d me, complexions that lik’d me, and breaths that I defied not; and I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell.
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Troilus and Cressida 1.2: 95
But there was a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes. Did her eyes run o’er too? [continues next]
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Double Falsehood 4.2: 115
And we will none on’t; but indulge despair: So, worn with griefs, steal to the cave of death, And in a sigh give up our latest breath.