Comparison of William Shakespeare Love's Labour's Lost 4.2 to William Shakespeare
Summary
William Shakespeare Love's Labour's Lost 4.2 has 81 lines, and 30% of them have strong matches at magnitude 15+ in William Shakespeare. 27% of the lines have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14. 43% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.41 strong matches and 0.84 weak matches.
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2
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William Shakespeare
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11
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 6
Most barbarous intimation! Yet a kind of insinuation, as it were in via, in way, of explication; facere, as it were, replication, or rather ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination, after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest unconfirmed fashion, to insert again my haud credo for a deer. [continues next]
15+
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 7
I said the deer was not a haud credo, ’twas a pricket. [continues next]
12
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 6
[continues previous] Most barbarous intimation! Yet a kind of insinuation, as it were in via, in way, of explication; facere, as it were, replication, or rather ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination, after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest unconfirmed fashion, to insert again my haud credo for a deer. [continues next]
11
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 28
And I say, the pollution holds in the exchange, for the moon is never but a month old; and I say beside that, ’twas a pricket that the Princess kill’d.
10
Julius Caesar 1.2: 230
I can as well be hang’d as tell the manner of it: it was mere foolery, I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown — yet ’twas not a crown neither, ’twas one of these coronets — and as I told you, he put it by once; but for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offer’d it to him again; then he put it by again; but, to my thinking, he was very loath to ...
14
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 6
Most barbarous intimation! Yet a kind of insinuation, as it were in via, in way, of explication; facere, as it were, replication, or rather ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination, after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest unconfirmed fashion, to insert again my haud credo for a deer.
14
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 6
[continues previous] Most barbarous intimation! Yet a kind of insinuation, as it were in via, in way, of explication; facere, as it were, replication, or rather ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination, after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest unconfirmed fashion, to insert again my haud credo for a deer.
11
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 28
And I say, the pollution holds in the exchange, for the moon is never but a month old; and I say beside that, ’twas a pricket that the Princess kill’d.
10
Two Noble Kinsmen 2.1: 5
Your friend and I have chanc’d to name you here, upon the old business. But no more of that now; so soon as the court hurry is over, we will have an end of it. I’ th’ mean time, look tenderly to the two prisoners. I can tell you they are princes.
11
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 19
What was a month old at Cain’s birth, that’s not five weeks old as yet?
10
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 19
What was a month old at Cain’s birth, that’s not five weeks old as yet?
11
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 26
’Tis true indeed, the collusion holds in the exchange. [continues next]
15+
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 27
God comfort thy capacity! I say, th’ allusion holds in the exchange. [continues next]
14
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 28
And I say, the pollution holds in the exchange, for the moon is never but a month old; and I say beside that, ’twas a pricket that the Princess kill’d. [continues next]
14
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 27
[continues previous] God comfort thy capacity! I say, th’ allusion holds in the exchange. [continues next]
11
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 28
[continues previous] And I say, the pollution holds in the exchange, for the moon is never but a month old; and I say beside that, ’twas a pricket that the Princess kill’d. [continues next]
11
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 28
[continues previous] And I say, the pollution holds in the exchange, for the moon is never but a month old; and I say beside that, ’twas a pricket that the Princess kill’d. [continues next]
15+
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 28
And I say, the pollution holds in the exchange, for the moon is never but a month old; and I say beside that, ’twas a pricket that the Princess kill’d.
11
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 27
[continues previous] God comfort thy capacity! I say, th’ allusion holds in the exchange. [continues next]
15+
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 29
[continues previous] Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer? And to humor the ignorant, call I the deer the Princess kill’d a pricket. [continues next]
15+
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 29
Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer? And to humor the ignorant, call I the deer the Princess kill’d a pricket.
15+
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 28
[continues previous] And I say, the pollution holds in the exchange, for the moon is never but a month old; and I say beside that, ’twas a pricket that the Princess kill’d.
12
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 40
This is a gift that I have, simple; simple, a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions. These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourish’d in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.
12
Troilus and Cressida 2.1: 43
I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia mater is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow.
13
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.
13
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.
13
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 44
Master Person, quasi pers-one. And if one should be pierc’d, which is the one? [continues next]
13
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 44
Master Person, quasi pers-one. And if one should be pierc’d, which is the one?
10
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 46
Of piercing a hogshead! A good lustre of conceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough for a swine: ’tis pretty; it is well.
10
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 47
Good Master Person, be so good as read me this letter. It was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don Armado. I beseech you read it.
15+
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 51
Old Mantuan, old Mantuan! Who understandeth thee not, loves thee not. Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa. Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? Or rather, as Horace says in his — What, my soul, verses?
15+
King Lear 1.2: 61
Pat! He comes like the catastrophe of the old comedy. My cue is villainous melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o’ Bedlam. — O, these eclipses do portend these divisions! Fa, sol, la, mi.
10
Romeo and Juliet 4.5: 111
Then will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets, I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do you note me?
11
Passionate Pilgrim: 59
[continues previous] Though to myself forsworn, to thee I’ll constant prove;
15+
Passionate Pilgrim: 67
Thine eye Jove’s lightning seems, thy voice his dreadful thunder, [continues next]
15+
Passionate Pilgrim: 67
[continues previous] Thine eye Jove’s lightning seems, thy voice his dreadful thunder, [continues next]
13
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?
13
Love's Labour's Lost 4.1: 51
I have a letter from Monsieur Berowne to one Lady Rosaline. [continues next]
10
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?
14
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 78
... a certain pupil of mine, where, if (before repast) it shall please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid child or pupil, undertake your bien venuto; where I will prove those verses to be very unlearned, neither savoring of poetry, wit, nor invention. I beseech your society.
14
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 79
And thank you too; for society, saith the text, is the happiness of life.
11
Love's Labour's Lost 4.2: 81
Sir, I do invite you too, you shall not say me nay: pauca verba. Away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our recreation.
10
Merry Wives of Windsor 3.3: 92
Let’s go in, gentlemen, but (trust me) we’ll mock him. I do invite you tomorrow morning to my house to breakfast; after, we’ll a-birding together. I have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be so?