Comparison of William Shakespeare Love's Labour's Lost 4.1 to William Shakespeare
Summary

William Shakespeare Love's Labour's Lost 4.1 has 118 lines, and 7% of them have strong matches at magnitude 15+ in William Shakespeare. 33% of the lines have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14. 60% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.11 strong matches and 0.72 weak matches.

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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 2

Against the steep-up rising of the hill?
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Sonnet 7: 5

And having climb’d the steep-up heavenly hill,
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 3

I know not, but I think it was not he.
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Comedy of Errors 5.1: 381

By Dromio, but I think he brought it not.
10

Two Noble Kinsmen 5.1: 171

I think so, but I know not thine own will:
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 5

Well, lords, today we shall have our dispatch;
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King John 4.3: 20

Two long days’ journey, lords, or ere we meet.
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King John 4.3: 21

Once more today well met, distemper’d lords!
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 10

A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 12

And thereupon thou speak’st the fairest shoot.
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Measure for Measure 4.6: 10

Come, I have found you out a stand most fit,
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Measure for Measure 4.6: 11

Where you may have such vantage on the Duke,
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 12

And thereupon thou speak’st the fairest shoot.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 10

A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 15

O short-liv’d pride! Not fair? Alack for woe!
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Richard II 3.3: 70

Controlling majesty. Alack, alack for woe,
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 19

Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
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Macbeth 1.4: 21

More is thy due than more than all can pay.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 21

See, see, my beauty will be sav’d by merit.
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Henry IV Part 1 1.2: 34

Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match. O, if men were to be sav’d by merit, what hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omnipotent villain that ever cried “Stand!” to a true man. [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 22

O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
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Cardenio 2.3: 39

So long till it looks white upon my head, Been threescore years a courtier, and a flatterer not above threescore hours, which time’s repented Amongst my greatest follies, and am I at these days
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Cardenio 2.3: 40

Fit for no place but bawd to mine own flesh? You’ll prefer all your old courtiers to good services. If your lust keep but hot some twenty winters, we are like to have a virtuous world of wives, Daughters and sisters, besides kinswomen
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Henry IV Part 1 1.2: 34

[continues previous] Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match. O, if men were to be sav’d by merit, what hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omnipotent villain that ever cried “Stand!” to a true man.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 29

That more for praise than purpose meant to kill.
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Two Noble Kinsmen Epilogue: 14

(For to that honest purpose it was meant ye),
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 32

When for fame’s sake, for praise, an outward part,
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 37

Only for praise’ sake, when they strive to be
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 37

Only for praise’ sake, when they strive to be
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 32

When for fame’s sake, for praise, an outward part,
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 41

Here comes a member of the commonwealth.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 41

Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so may my parishioners, for their sons are well tutor’d by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you. You are a good member of the commonwealth.
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Merchant of Venice 3.5: 15

and he says you are no good member of the commonwealth, for in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the price of pork.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 42

God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady?
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Midsummer Night's Dream 2.1: 263

May be the lady. Thou shalt know the man [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 43

Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
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Midsummer Night's Dream 2.1: 263

[continues previous] May be the lady. Thou shalt know the man
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Titus Andronicus 5.2: 106

Well shalt thou know her by thine own proportion,
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 44

Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 45

The thickest and the tallest. [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 46

The thickest and the tallest! It is so, truth is truth. [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 45

The thickest and the tallest.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 44

[continues previous] Which is the greatest lady, the highest? [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 46

[continues previous] The thickest and the tallest! It is so, truth is truth. [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 46

The thickest and the tallest! It is so, truth is truth.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 44

[continues previous] Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 45

[continues previous] The thickest and the tallest.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 50

What’s your will, sir? What’s your will?
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Cymbeline 3.6: 59

What’s your name? [continues next]
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Cymbeline 3.6: 60

Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who [continues next]
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Much Ado About Nothing 5.4: 26

From Claudio, and the Prince. But what’s your will?
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Much Ado About Nothing 5.4: 27

Your answer, sir, is enigmatical,
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 51

I have a letter from Monsieur Berowne to one Lady Rosaline.
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Cymbeline 3.6: 60

[continues previous] Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 69

... cadence of poesy, caret. Ovidius Naso was the man. And why indeed “Naso,” but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention? Imitari is nothing: so doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired horse his rider. But, damosella virgin, was this directed to you?
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 70

Ay, sir, from one Monsieur Berowne, one of the strange queen’s lords.
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Merry Wives of Windsor 4.6: 10

Even to my wish. I have a letter from her
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 53

Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve,
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Love's Labour's Lost 2.1: 157

Boyet, you can produce acquittances
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 58

“By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible; true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, Veni, vidi, vici; which to annothanize in the vulgar — O base and obscure vulgar! — videlicet, He came, saw, and overcame: he came, one; saw, two; overcame, three. Who came? The king. Why did he come? To see. Why did he see? To overcome. To whom came he? To the beggar. What saw he? The beggar. Who overcame he? The beggar. The conclusion is victory; on whose side? The king’s. The captive is enrich’d; on whose side? The beggar’s. The catastrophe is a nuptial; on whose side? The king’s; no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the king, for so stands the comparison; thou the beggar, for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may. Shall I enforce thy love? I could. Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What shalt thou exchange for rags? Robes; for tittles? Titles; for thyself? Me. Thus expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part. Thine, in the dearest design of industry,
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All's Well That Ends Well 1.1: 79

There’s little can be said in’t, ’tis against the rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity is to accuse your mothers, which is most infallible disobedience. He that hangs himself is a virgin; virginity murders itself, and should be buried in highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese, consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach. Besides, ...
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As You Like It 5.2: 12

O, I know where you are. Nay, ’tis true. There was never any thing so sudden but the fight of two rams, and Caesar’s thrasonical brag of “I came, saw, and overcame.” For your brother and my sister no sooner met but they look’d; no sooner look’d but they lov’d; no sooner lov’d
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Cymbeline 3.1: 24

Of “Came, and saw, and overcame.” With shame
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Love's Labour's Lost 1.1: 216

“For Jaquenetta (so is the weaker vessel called), which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain, I keep her as a vessel of thy law’s fury, and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine, in all complements of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty, [continues next]
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Merchant of Venice 1.1: 158

And she is fair and, fairer than that word,
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Henry IV Part 2 4.3: 14

... and here, travel-tainted as I am, have, in my pure and immaculate valor, taken Sir John Colevile of the Dale, a most furious knight and valorous enemy. But what of that? He saw me, and yielded, that I may justly say, with the hook-nos’d fellow of Rome, “There, cousin, I came, saw, and overcame.”
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Sonnet 18: 2

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
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Coriolanus 5.4: 21

Art thou certain this is true? Is’t most certain?
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Romeo and Juliet 2.2: 6

That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
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Troilus and Cressida 3.3: 254

To him, Patroclus. Tell him I humbly desire the valiant Ajax to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarm’d to my tent, and to procure safe-conduct for his person of the magnanimous and most
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 59

Don Adriano de Armado.
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Love's Labour's Lost 5.1: 2

I praise God for you, sir. Your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious: pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy. I did converse this quondam day with a companion of the King’s, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 60

Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
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King John 2.1: 294

O, tremble! For you hear the lion roar.
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King John 2.1: 295

Up higher to the plain, where we’ll set forth
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 62

Submissive fall his princely feet before,
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Henry VI Part 1 3.4: 9

Lets fall his sword before your Highness’ feet, [continues next]
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King John 5.4: 13

Seek out King John and fall before his feet; [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 63

And he from forage will incline to play.
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Henry VI Part 1 3.4: 10

[continues previous] And with submissive loyalty of heart
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King John 5.4: 13

[continues previous] Seek out King John and fall before his feet;
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 64

But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then?
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Merchant of Venice 2.6: 57

Shall she be placed in my constant soul.
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Merchant of Venice 2.6: 58

What, art thou come? On, gentlemen, away!
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 67

What vane? What weathercock? Did you ever hear better?
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As You Like It 4.3: 43

Did you ever hear such railing?
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Merry Wives of Windsor 2.1: 20

... What tempest, I trow, threw this whale (with so many tuns of oil in his belly) ashore at Windsor? How shall I be reveng’d on him? I think the best way were to entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like?
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Pericles 4.5: 1

Did you ever hear the like?
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Two Noble Kinsmen 4.1: 117

Good ev’n, good men. Pray did you ever hear
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Two Noble Kinsmen 5.3: 64

Which crav’d that very time. It is much better [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 68

I am much deceived but I remember the style.
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Two Noble Kinsmen 5.3: 64

[continues previous] Which crav’d that very time. It is much better
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Two Noble Kinsmen 5.3: 65

[continues previous] I am not there. O, better never born
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 73

Who gave thee this letter? I told you: my lord.
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Double Falsehood 4.1: 180

My letter told you, sir.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 78

Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.
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Midsummer Night's Dream 3.2: 88

What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken quite,
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 80

Who is the shooter? Who is the shooter?
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 87

Well then I am the shooter. And who is your deer?
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 89

Finely put on indeed!
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 87

Well then I am the shooter. And who is your deer?
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 80

Who is the shooter? Who is the shooter?
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 89

Finely put on indeed!
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 92

Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when King Pippen of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it?
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 93

So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it. [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 94

Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 93

So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 92

[continues previous] Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when King Pippen of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it? [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 94

[continues previous] Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 94

Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 92

[continues previous] Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when King Pippen of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it? [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 93

[continues previous] So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it. [continues next]
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Titus Andronicus 2.1: 97

Aaron, thou hast hit it. [continues next]
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Titus Andronicus 2.1: 98

Would you had hit it too! [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 95

Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 93

[continues previous] So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when Queen Guinover of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 94

[continues previous] Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 97

And I cannot, another can.
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Pericles 4.1: 73

As I can remember, by my troth, [continues next]
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Pericles 4.1: 74

I never did her hurt in all my life. [continues next]
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 98

By my troth, most pleasant. How both did fit it!
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Pericles 4.1: 73

[continues previous] As I can remember, by my troth,
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 99

A mark marvellous well shot, for they both did hit it.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 76

Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear colorable colors. But to return to the verses: did they please you, Sir Nathaniel?
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 77

Marvellous well for the pen.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 106

Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips grow foul.
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Othello 4.3: 23

In one of these same sheets. Come, come; you talk.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 108

I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl.
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Henry VIII 1.4: 101

I fear, too much. There’s fresher air, my lord,
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Passionate Pilgrim: 347

But soft, enough — too much, I fear
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 110

Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him down!
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Much Ado About Nothing 2.1: 114

You have put him down, lady, you have put him down.
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Much Ado About Nothing 2.1: 115

So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools. I have brought Count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek.
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Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 116

And his page a’ t’ other side, that handful of wit!
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Romeo and Juliet 2.5: 44

My back a’ t’ other side — ah, my back, my back!
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Troilus and Cressida 5.4: 1

... Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave’s sleeve of Troy there in his helm. I would fain see them meet, that that same young Troyan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whoremasterly villain with the sleeve back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless arrant. A’ th’ t’ other side, the policy of those crafty swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is not prov’d worth a blackberry. They set me up, in policy, that mongril cur, Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles; and now is the cur Ajax ...
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Merchant of Venice 5.1: 39

Sola, sola! Wo ha, ho! Sola, sola!
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Merchant of Venice 5.1: 41

Sola! Did you see Master Lorenzo? Master Lorenzo, sola, sola!