Comparison of William Shakespeare Tempest 2.2 to William Shakespeare
Summary
William Shakespeare Tempest 2.2 has 99 lines, and 2% of them have strong matches at magnitude 15+ in William Shakespeare. 46% of the lines have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14. 52% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.02 strong matches and 1.37 weak matches.
Tempest 2.2
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William Shakespeare
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Henry IV Part 2 2.4: 10
Why, that’s well said; a good heart’s worth gold. Lo here comes Sir John. [continues next]
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Henry IV Part 2 2.4: 10
[continues previous] Why, that’s well said; a good heart’s worth gold. Lo here comes Sir John.
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Tempest 2.2: 19
Here’s neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all. And another storm brewing, I hear it sing i’ th’ wind. Yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head. Yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? A man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish, he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not-of-the-newest poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg’d like a man; and his fins like arms! Warm, o’ my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffer’d by a thunderbolt.
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Merry Wives of Windsor 5.5: 1
The Windsor bell hath strook twelve; the minute draws on. Now the hot-bloodied gods assist me! Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy Europa, love set on thy horns. O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man; in some other, a man a beast. You were also, Jupiter, a swan for the love of Leda. O omnipotent love, how near the god drew to the complexion of a goose! A fault done first in the form of a beast (O Jove, a beastly fault!)
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Much Ado About Nothing 2.1: 152
... I will teach you how to humor your cousin, that she shall fall in love with Benedick, and I, with your two helps, will so practice on Benedick that, in despite of his quick wit and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in love with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no longer an archer; his glory shall be ours, for we are the only love-gods. Go in with me, and I will tell you my drift.
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Two Noble Kinsmen 4.3: 7
Now for this charm that I told you of, you must bring a piece of silver on the tip of your tongue, or no ferry. Then, if it be your chance to come where the blessed spirits — as there’s a sight now! We maids that have our livers perish’d, crack’d to pieces with love, we shall come there, and do nothing all day long but ...
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Henry IV Part 2 2.2: 5
Belike then my appetite was not princely got, for, by my troth, I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. But indeed these humble considerations make me out of love with my greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy name, or to know thy face tomorrow, or to take note how many pair of silk stockings thou hast, viz., these, ...
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Tempest 2.2: 20
Alas, the storm is come again! My best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows; I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.
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Coriolanus 1.1: 44
Care for us? True indeed! They ne’er car’d for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their store-houses cramm’d with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act establish’d against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and ...
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Twelfth Night 2.5: 79
... afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ’em. Thy Fates open their hands, let thy blood and spirit embrace them, and to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity. She thus advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember who commended thy yellow stockings, and wish’d to see thee ever cross-garter’d: I say, remember. Go to, thou art made if thou desir’st to be so; if not, let me see ...
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Twelfth Night 3.4: 45
... come near me now? No worse man than Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter. “Cast thy humble slough,” says she; “be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang with arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity”; and consequently sets down the manner how: as a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir of note, and so forth. I have lim’d her, but it is Jove’s doing, and Jove ...
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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. [continues next]
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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”; and it shall be ...
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Tempest 2.2: 38
This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got (as I take it) an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he’s a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat’s-leather.
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Tempest 2.2: 40
He’s in his fit now, and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle; if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.
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Tempest 2.2: 40
He’s in his fit now, and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle; if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.
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Much Ado About Nothing 4.2: 13
Write down, that they hope they serve God; and write God first, for God defend but God should go before such villains! Masters, it is prov’d already that you are little better than false knaves, and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How answer you for yourselves?
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Tempest 2.2: 38
This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got (as I take it) an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he’s a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat’s-leather.
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Tempest 2.2: 41
Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling. Now Prosper works upon thee.
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Tempest 2.2: 42
Come on your ways. Open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat. Open your mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly. You cannot tell who’s your friend. Open your chaps again.
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Henry V 4.7: 55
All the water in Wye cannot wash your Majesty’s Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that. God pless it, and preserve it, as long as it pleases his Grace, and his Majesty too!
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Tempest 2.2: 47
Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster. I will leave him, I have no long spoon.
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Tempest 2.2: 48
Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo — be not afeard — thy good friend Trinculo.
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Tempest 2.2: 49
If thou beest Trinculo, come forth. I’ll pull thee by the lesser legs. If any be Trinculo’s legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How cam’st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?
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Sir Thomas More 2.1: 11
Why, I am a prentice as thou art; seest thou now? I’ll play with thee at blunt here in Cheapside, and when thou hast done, if thou beest angry, I’ll fight with thee at sharp in More fields. I have a sword to serve my turn in a favor ... come Julie, to serve ...
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Tempest 2.2: 50
I took him to be kill’d with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not drown’d, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drown’d. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf’s gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans scap’d!
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Tempest 4.1: 215
O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! Look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
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Tempest 2.2: 55
How didst thou scape? How cam’st thou hither? Swear by this bottle how thou cam’st hither — I escap’d upon a butt of sack which the sailors heav’d o’erboard — by this bottle, which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was cast ashore.
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Henry VI Part 2 4.2: 41
... do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? That parchment, being scribbled o’er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings, but I say, ’tis the bee’s wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since. How now? Who’s there?
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Tempest 2.2: 50
I took him to be kill’d with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not drown’d, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drown’d. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf’s gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans scap’d! [continues next]
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.5: 14
What a block art thou, that thou canst not! My staff understands me.
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Tempest 2.2: 50
[continues previous] I took him to be kill’d with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not drown’d, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drown’d. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf’s gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans scap’d!
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Tempest 2.2: 62
The whole butt, man. My cellar is in a rock by th’ sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? How does thine ague?
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Tempest 3.2: 10
How does thy honor? Let me lick thy shoe. I’ll not serve him, he is not valiant. [continues next]
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Tempest 3.2: 9
[continues previous] Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.
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Midsummer Night's Dream 5.1: 220
This is the greatest error of all the rest. The man should be put into the lanthorn. How is it else the man i’ th’ moon?
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Midsummer Night's Dream 5.1: 225
All that I have to say is to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon, I the man i’ th’ moon, this thorn-bush my thorn-bush, and this dog my dog. [continues next]
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Tempest 2.2: 68
By this good light, this is a very shallow monster! I afeard of him? A very weak monster! The Man i’ th’ Moon? A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!
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Midsummer Night's Dream 5.1: 225
[continues previous] All that I have to say is to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon, I the man i’ th’ moon, this thorn-bush my thorn-bush, and this dog my dog.
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Tempest 2.2: 68
By this good light, this is a very shallow monster! I afeard of him? A very weak monster! The Man i’ th’ Moon? A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!
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Midsummer Night's Dream 5.1: 220
This is the greatest error of all the rest. The man should be put into the lanthorn. How is it else the man i’ th’ moon?
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Midsummer Night's Dream 5.1: 225
All that I have to say is to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon, I the man i’ th’ moon, this thorn-bush my thorn-bush, and this dog my dog.
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Taming of the Shrew 3.2: 42
O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparison’d like the horse; with a linen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gart’red with a red and blue list; an old hat, and the humor of forty fancies prick’d in’t for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel, and not like a Christian footboy or a gentleman’s lackey.
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Tempest 2.2: 74
I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him —
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All's Well That Ends Well 2.5: 7
I have then sinn’d against his experience, and transgress’d against his valor, and my state that way is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent. Here he comes. I pray you make us friends, I will pursue the amity.
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As You Like It 2.4: 3
I could find in my heart to disgrace my man’s apparel and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat; therefore courage, good Aliena.
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Comedy of Errors 4.4: 135
Faith, stay here this night, they will surely do us no harm. You saw they speak us fair, give us gold: methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, I could find in my heart to stay here still, and turn witch.
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Much Ado About Nothing 1.1: 49
Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am lov’d of all ladies, only you excepted; and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart, for truly I love none.
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Much Ado About Nothing 3.5: 11
It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor Duke’s officers; but truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.
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Henry IV Part 1 2.4: 15
O Lord, sir, I’ll be sworn upon all the books in England, I could find in my heart —
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Tempest 2.2: 68
By this good light, this is a very shallow monster! I afeard of him? A very weak monster! The Man i’ th’ Moon? A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, in good sooth! [continues next]
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Tempest 3.2: 15
Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head. If you prove a mutineer — the next tree! The poor monster’s my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.
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Henry IV Part 1 2.2: 7
... further. And ’twere not as good a deed as drink to turn true man and to leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever chew’d with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me, and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough. A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another! [continues next]
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Henry IV Part 1 2.2: 7
[continues previous] ... And ’twere not as good a deed as drink to turn true man and to leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever chew’d with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me, and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough. A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.5: 30
Why, I tell thee, I care not, though he burn himself in love. If thou wilt, go with me to the alehouse; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.
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Tempest 2.2: 89
I prithee now lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company else being drown’d, we will inherit here. Here! Bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we’ll fill him by and by again.
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Troilus and Cressida 1.1: 64
[continues previous] For my part, I’ll meddle nor make no more i’ th’ matter.