Comparison of William Shakespeare Cymbeline 3.3 to William Shakespeare
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William Shakespeare Cymbeline 3.3 has 107 lines, and one of them has strong matches at magnitude 15+ in William Shakespeare. 18% of the lines have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14. 81% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.02 strong matches and 0.27 weak matches.

Cymbeline 3.3

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Lines
Magnitude15+
11

Cymbeline 3.3: 7

Good morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heaven!
11

Sir Thomas More 4.1: 98

Good morrow to the sun, to state good night!
12

Cymbeline 3.3: 9

As prouder livers do. Hail, heaven! Hail, heaven!
12

Midsummer Night's Dream 3.1: 100

Hail, mortal!
12

Midsummer Night's Dream 3.1: 101

Hail!
12

Midsummer Night's Dream 3.1: 102

Hail!
11

Midsummer Night's Dream 3.1: 103

Hail!
10

Cymbeline 3.3: 44

And sing our bondage freely. How you speak!
10

Henry IV Part 2 2.4: 128

You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vildly did you speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman! [continues next]
10

Cymbeline 3.3: 45

Did you but know the city’s usuries,
10

Henry IV Part 2 2.4: 128

[continues previous] You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vildly did you speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman!
10

Cymbeline 3.3: 55

Must curtsy at the censure. O boys, this story
10

Henry V 5 Prologue: 1

Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story, [continues next]
10

Cymbeline 3.3: 56

The world may read in me: my body’s mark’d
10

Henry V 5 Prologue: 1

[continues previous] Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story,
10

Henry V 5 Prologue: 2

[continues previous] That I may prompt them; and of such as have,
10

Cymbeline 3.3: 62

A storm or robbery (call it what you will)
10

Pericles 2.3: 13

Call it by what you will, the day is your, [continues next]
10

Henry IV Part 2 4.3: 20

Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me good, and call it what you will.
10

Cymbeline 3.3: 63

Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves,
10

Pericles 2.3: 12

[continues previous] ’Tis more by fortune, lady, than my merit.
10

Cymbeline 3.3: 65

My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft)
10

Sir Thomas More 5.4: 38

Sir Thomas More, I have heard you oft,
10

Sir Thomas More 5.4: 39

As many other did, to our great comfort.
10

Cymbeline 3.3: 68

I was confederate with the Romans. So
10

Rape of Lucrece: 1811

He with the Romans was esteemed so
11

Cymbeline 3.3: 74

This is not hunters’ language. He that strikes
11

Henry V 2.1: 33

Hear me, hear me what I say. He that strikes the first stroke, I’ll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier. [continues next]
11

Cymbeline 3.3: 75

The venison first shall be the lord o’ th’ feast,
11

Henry V 2.1: 33

[continues previous] Hear me, hear me what I say. He that strikes the first stroke, I’ll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.
11

Cymbeline 3.3: 79

How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!
11

King Lear 3.7: 78

Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,
11

King Lear 3.7: 79

To quit this horrid act. Out, treacherous villain!
11

Cymbeline 3.3: 89

When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell
11

Midsummer Night's Dream 2.1: 52

Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
11

Midsummer Night's Dream 2.1: 53

Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
11

Cymbeline 3.3: 95

That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal,
11

Cymbeline 5.5: 359

This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus, [continues next]
11

Cymbeline 3.3: 96

Once Arviragus, in as like a figure
11

Cymbeline 5.5: 359

[continues previous] This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
10

Cymbeline 3.3: 100

Thou didst unjustly banish me; whereon,
10

Cymbeline 5.5: 144

Whom thou didst banish; and — which more may grieve thee,
11

Cymbeline 3.3: 101

At three and two years old, I stole these babes,
11

Cymbeline 1.1: 58

Mark it), the eldest of them at three years old,
11

Cymbeline 1.1: 59

I’ th’ swathing clothes the other, from their nursery
10

Cymbeline 3.3: 102

Thinking to bar thee of succession, as
10

Winter's Tale 4.4: 352

I mean thou shalt), we’ll bar thee from succession,
10

Winter's Tale 4.4: 353

Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,
15+

Cymbeline 3.3: 106

Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call’d,
15+

Cymbeline 5.5: 332

So sure as you your father’s. I, old Morgan,
15+

Cymbeline 5.5: 333

Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish’d.