Comparison of William Shakespeare Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2 to William Shakespeare
Summary
William Shakespeare Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2 has 123 lines, and 4% of them have strong matches at magnitude 15+ in William Shakespeare. 31% of the lines have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14. 65% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.05 strong matches and 1.26 weak matches.
Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2
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William Shakespeare
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Henry IV Part 2 1.2: 33
This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy, and’t please your lordship, a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling. [continues next]
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Henry V 3.2: 8
Would I were in an alehouse in London, I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 1: 50
And say, “Will’t please your lordship cool your hands?” [continues next]
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 3
Will’t please your honor taste of these conserves? [continues next]
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Henry IV Part 1 2.2: 14
Hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent garters! If I be ta’en, I’ll peach for this. And I have not ballads made on you all and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison. When a jest is so forward, and afoot too! I hate it.
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Henry IV Part 1 2.4: 47
A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too! Marry and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I lead this life long, I’ll sew nether-stocks, and mend them and foot them too. A plague of all cowards! Give me a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue extant?
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Henry IV Part 1 2.4: 49
You rogue, here’s lime in this sack too. There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous man, yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime in it. A villainous coward! Go thy ways, old Jack, die when thou wilt; if manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten herring. There lives not three good men unhang’d in England, and one of them is fat ...
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Henry IV Part 1 2.4: 55
... but I would give a thousand pound I could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your back. Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! Give me them that will face me. Give me a cup of sack. I am a rogue if I drunk today.
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Henry IV Part 1 2.4: 123
O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since thou hast blush’d extempore. Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side, and yet thou ran’st away; what instinct hadst thou for it?
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Henry IV Part 1 2.4: 148
Well, and the fire of grace be not quite out of thee, now shalt thou be mov’d. Give me a cup of sack to make my eyes look red, that it may be thought I have wept, for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in King Cambyses’ vein.
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Henry IV Part 2 1.2: 29
And’t please your lordship, I hear his Majesty is return’d with some discomfort from Wales.
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Henry IV Part 2 1.2: 33
[continues previous] This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy, and’t please your lordship, a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling.
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Henry IV Part 2 2.4: 37
Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you with a cup of sack, do you discharge upon mine hostess.
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Henry VI Part 2 2.3: 59
Here, neighbor Horner, I drink to you in a cup of sack; and fear not, neighbor, you shall do well enough.
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 1: 50
[continues previous] And say, “Will’t please your lordship cool your hands?”
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 2
[continues previous] Will’t please your lordship drink a cup of sack?
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 5
I am Christophero Sly, call not me honor nor lordship. I ne’er drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef. Ne’er ask me what raiment I’ll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet — nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather. [continues next]
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 61
[continues previous] Will’t please your mightiness to wash your hands?
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 1.3: 52
[continues previous] May’t please your lordship, ’tis a word or two
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Titus Andronicus 5.3: 54
[continues previous] Will’t please you eat? Will’t please your Highness feed?
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 5
[continues previous] I am Christophero Sly, call not me honor nor lordship. I ne’er drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef. Ne’er ask me what raiment I’ll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet — nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather. [continues next]
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 5
I am Christophero Sly, call not me honor nor lordship. I ne’er drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef. Ne’er ask me what raiment I’ll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet — nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.
10
Sir Thomas More 2.2: 16
We be ourselves rough ministers at law. Use no more swords, Nor no more words, But fire the houses; Brave captain courageous, Fire me their houses.
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 10
What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly’s son of Burton-heath, by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not. If she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lying’st knave in Christendom. What! I am not bestraught. Here’s —
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 12
O, this is it that makes your servants droop! [continues next]
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 11
[continues previous] O, this it is that makes your lady mourn!
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 26
Or wilt thou ride? Thy horses shall be trapp’d, [continues next]
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 10
What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly’s son of Burton-heath, by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not. If she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ...
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 2
[continues previous] Will’t please your lordship drink a cup of sack?
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 64
[continues previous] These fifteen years you have been in a dream,
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Hamlet 2.2: 218
Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch’d heroes the beggars’ shadows. Shall we to th’ court? For, by my fay, I cannot reason.
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 110
Ay, it stands so that I may hardly tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again. I will therefore tarry in despite of the flesh and the blood.
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As You Like It 1.1: 39
... understand that your younger brother, Orlando, hath a disposition to come in disguis’d against me to try a fall. Tomorrow, sir, I wrastle for my credit, and he that escapes me without some broken limb shall acquit him well. Your brother is but young and tender, and for your love I would be loath to foil him, as I must for my own honor if he come in; therefore out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal, that either you might stay him from his intendment, or brook such disgrace well as he shall run into, in that it is ...
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Merry Wives of Windsor 2.1: 74
I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be loath to turn them together. A man may be too confident. I would have nothing lie on my head. I cannot be thus satisfied.
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Midsummer Night's Dream 4.1: 9
Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipp’d humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, mounsieur; and, good mounsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not, I would be loath to have you overflowen with a honey-bag, signior. Where’s mounsieur Mustardseed?
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Twelfth Night 1.5: 78
Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty — I pray you tell me if this be the lady of the house, for I never saw her. I would be loath to cast away my speech; for besides that it is excellently well penn’d, I have taken great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very comptible, even to the least sinister usage.
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Henry IV Part 1 5.1: 125
’Tis not due yet, I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, ’tis no matter, honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if honor prick me off when I come on? How then? Can honor set to a leg? No. Or an arm? ...
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Taming of the Shrew 1 Prologue 2: 123
Well, we’ll see’t. Come, madam wife, sit by my side, and let the world slip, we shall ne’er be younger.