Comparison of William Shakespeare Sir Thomas More 3.1 to William Shakespeare
Summary
William Shakespeare Sir Thomas More 3.1 has 225 lines, and 2% of them have strong matches at magnitude 15+ in William Shakespeare. 30% of the lines have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14. 68% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.03 strong matches and 0.96 weak matches.
Sir Thomas More 3.1
Loading ...
William Shakespeare
Loading ...
10
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 70
I know your honor is wise and so forth; and I desire to be only cathecized or examined by you, my noble Lord Chancellor. [continues next]
10
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 70
[continues previous] I know your honor is wise and so forth; and I desire to be only cathecized or examined by you, my noble Lord Chancellor.
10
Winter's Tale 5.2: 12
Like an old tale still, which will have matter to rehearse, though credit be asleep and not an ear open: he was torn to pieces with a bear. This avouches the shepherd’s son, who has not only his innocence (which seems much) to justify him, but a handkerchief and rings of his that Paulina knows.
10
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 41
If I do not serve a share for playing of your lordship well, let me be yeoman usher to your sumpter, and be banished from wearing of a gold chain forever.
12
Taming of the Shrew 1.2: 18
How now, what’s the matter? My old friend Grumio! And my good friend Petruchio! How do you all at Verona?
11
Taming of the Shrew 5.1: 35
... am I, sir? Nay, what are you, sir? O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet, a velvet hose, a scarlet cloak, and a copatain hat! O, I am undone, I am undone! While I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.
10
Tempest 2.2: 36
What’s the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon ’s with salvages and men of Inde? Ha? I have not scap’d drowning to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, “As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground”; ... [continues next]
10
Coriolanus 5.2: 37
Now, you companion! I’ll say an arrant for you. You shall know now that I am in estimation; you shall perceive that a Jack guardant cannot office me from my son Coriolanus. Guess but by my entertainment with him if thou stand’st not i’ th’ state of hanging, or of some ...
12
Troilus and Cressida 4.2: 41
Who’s there? What’s the matter? Will you beat down the door? How now, what’s the matter?
13
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 45
Tug me not, I’m no bear. ’Sblood, if all the dogs in Paris Garden hung at my tail, I’d shake ’em off with this, that I’ll appear before no king christened but my good Lord Chancellor.
11
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 70
I know your honor is wise and so forth; and I desire to be only cathecized or examined by you, my noble Lord Chancellor. [continues next]
11
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 70
[continues previous] I know your honor is wise and so forth; and I desire to be only cathecized or examined by you, my noble Lord Chancellor.
11
Coriolanus 4.5: 16
[continues previous] A strange one as ever I look’d on. I cannot get him out o’ th’ house. Prithee call my master to him.
12
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 52
There was a fray in Paternoster-row, and because they would not be parted, the street was choked up with carts.
12
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 55
I’ll prove the street was not choked, but is as well as ever it was since it was a street.
12
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 55
I’ll prove the street was not choked, but is as well as ever it was since it was a street.
12
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 52
There was a fray in Paternoster-row, and because they would not be parted, the street was choked up with carts.
13
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 63
To Newgate! ’Sblood, Sir Thomas More, I appeal, I appeal from Newgate to any of the two worshipful Counters. [continues next]
13
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 63
To Newgate! ’Sblood, Sir Thomas More, I appeal, I appeal from Newgate to any of the two worshipful Counters.
11
Sir Thomas More 5.2: 4
Amen; even as I wish to mine own soul, so speed it with my honorable lord and master, Sir Thomas More.
11
Sir Thomas More 5.2: 5
I cannot tell, I have nothing to do with matters above my capacity; but, as God judge me, if I might speak my mind, I think there lives not a more harmless gentleman in the universal world.
11
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 65
My name’s Jack Faulkner; I serve, next under God and my prince, Master Morris, secretary to my Lord of Winchester.
11
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 82
My lord, Jack Faulkner tells no Aesop’s fables. Troth, I was not at barber’s this three years; I have not been cut not will not be cut, upon a foolish vow, which, as the Destinies shall direct, I am sworn to keep.
10
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 207
Mad now? Nails, if loss of hair cannot mad a man, what can? I am deposed, my crown is taken from me. More had been better a’ scoured Moreditch than a’ notched me thus. Does he begin sheepshearing with Jack Faulkner?
11
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 70
I know your honor is wise and so forth; and I desire to be only cathecized or examined by you, my noble Lord Chancellor.
11
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 82
My lord, Jack Faulkner tells no Aesop’s fables. Troth, I was not at barber’s this three years; I have not been cut not will not be cut, upon a foolish vow, which, as the Destinies shall direct, I am sworn to keep.
11
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 65
My name’s Jack Faulkner; I serve, next under God and my prince, Master Morris, secretary to my Lord of Winchester.
10
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 207
Mad now? Nails, if loss of hair cannot mad a man, what can? I am deposed, my crown is taken from me. More had been better a’ scoured Moreditch than a’ notched me thus. Does he begin sheepshearing with Jack Faulkner?
11
Hamlet 5.1: 64
How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, this three years I have took note of it: the age is grown so pick’d that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. How long hast thou been grave-maker?
11
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 137
Yes, faith, my learned poet doth not lie for that matter. I am neither more nor less than merry Sir Thomas always. Wilt sup with me? By God, I love a parlous wise fellow that smells of a politician better than a long progress.
10
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 132
[continues previous] Nay, sit, Erasmus; — sit, good my Lord of Surrey. I’ll make my lady
11
All's Well That Ends Well 5.2: 7
... that has fall’n into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and as he says, is muddied withal. Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may, for he looks like a poor, decay’d, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my similes of comfort, and leave him to your lordship.
10
All's Well That Ends Well 5.2: 7
... musk-cat — that has fall’n into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and as he says, is muddied withal. Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may, for he looks like a poor, decay’d, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my similes of comfort, and leave him to your lordship.
10
Merchant of Venice 2.2: 5
Well, the most courageous fiend bids me pack. “Fia!” says the fiend; “away!” says the fiend; “for the heavens, rouse up a brave mind,” says the fiend, “and run.” Well, my conscience, hanging about the neck of my heart, says very wisely to me, “My honest friend Launcelot, being an honest man’s son” — or rather an honest woman’s son, for indeed my father did something smack, something grow to, he had a kind of taste — well, my conscience says, “Launcelot, bouge not.” “Bouge,” says the fiend. “Bouge not,” says my conscience. “Conscience,” say I, “you counsel well.” “Fiend,” say I, ...
10
Henry IV Part 1 3.3: 40
I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou shouldst know it. I am an honest man’s wife, and setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call me so.
10
Merchant of Venice 2.2: 31
Lord worshipp’d might he be, what a beard hast thou got! Thou hast got more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill-horse has on his tail. [continues next]
10
Merchant of Venice 2.2: 31
[continues previous] Lord worshipp’d might he be, what a beard hast thou got! Thou hast got more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill-horse has on his tail.
10
Romeo and Juliet 3.1: 9
Nay, and there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou? Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been ...
11
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 205
And the locks were on again, all the goldsmiths in Cheapside should not pick them open. ’Sheart, if my hair stand not on end when I look for my face in a glass, I am a polecat. Here’s a lousy jest! But, if I notch not that rogue Tom Barber, that makes me look thus like a Brownist, hang me! I’ll be worse to the nittical knave than ten tooth-drawings. Here’s ...
12
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 207
Mad now? Nails, if loss of hair cannot mad a man, what can? I am deposed, my crown is taken from me. More had been better a’ scoured Moreditch than a’ notched me thus. Does he begin sheepshearing with Jack Faulkner? [continues next]
12
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 207
Mad now? Nails, if loss of hair cannot mad a man, what can? I am deposed, my crown is taken from me. More had been better a’ scoured Moreditch than a’ notched me thus. Does he begin sheepshearing with Jack Faulkner?
10
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 65
My name’s Jack Faulkner; I serve, next under God and my prince, Master Morris, secretary to my Lord of Winchester.
10
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 82
My lord, Jack Faulkner tells no Aesop’s fables. Troth, I was not at barber’s this three years; I have not been cut not will not be cut, upon a foolish vow, which, as the Destinies shall direct, I am sworn to keep.
11
Cardenio 1.1: 76
’Tis happy you have learnt so much manners, Since you have so little wit. Fare you well, sir!
10
Merry Wives of Windsor 3.2: 27
I beseech you heartily, some of you go home with me to dinner. Besides your cheer, you shall have sport; I will show you a monster. Master Doctor, you shall go, so shall you, Master Page, and you, Sir Hugh.
10
Merry Wives of Windsor 3.2: 28
Well, fare you well. We shall have the freer wooing at Master Page’s.
10
All's Well That Ends Well 5.3: 294
Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkercher. So, I thank thee; wait on me home, I’ll make sport with thee. Let thy curtsies alone, they are scurvy ones.
11
Cardenio 1.1: 76
’Tis happy you have learnt so much manners, Since you have so little wit. Fare you well, sir!
10
Merry Wives of Windsor 3.2: 27
I beseech you heartily, some of you go home with me to dinner. Besides your cheer, you shall have sport; I will show you a monster. Master Doctor, you shall go, so shall you, Master Page, and you, Sir Hugh.
10
Merry Wives of Windsor 3.2: 28
Well, fare you well. We shall have the freer wooing at Master Page’s.
15+
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 209
[continues previous] Why, farewell, frost. I’ll go hang myself out for the poll-head. [continues next]
15+
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 209
[continues previous] Why, farewell, frost. I’ll go hang myself out for the poll-head.
12
Sir Thomas More 3.1: 220
Because I’m an ass. Do you set your shavers upon me, and then cast me off? Must I condole? Have the Fates played the fools? Am I their cut? Now the poor sconce is taken, must Jack march with bag and baggage?
12
As You Like It 3.2: 101
Come, shepherd, let us make an honorable retreat, though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.