Comparison of William Shakespeare Twelfth Night 4.2 to William Shakespeare
Summary
William Shakespeare Twelfth Night 4.2 has 69 lines, and 14% of them have strong matches at magnitude 15+ in William Shakespeare. 57% of the lines have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14. 29% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.17 strong matches and 3.43 weak matches.
Twelfth Night 4.2
Loading ...
William Shakespeare
Loading ...
14
Twelfth Night 4.2: 1
Nay, I prithee put on this gown and this beard, make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate, do it quickly. I’ll call Sir Toby the whilst.
10
Twelfth Night 1.3: 52
Excellent, it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I hope to see a huswife take thee between her legs, and spin it off. [continues next]
11
Twelfth Night 1.3: 53
Faith, I’ll home tomorrow, Sir Toby. Your niece will not be seen, or if she be, it’s four to one she’ll none of me. The Count himself here hard by woos her. [continues next]
12
Twelfth Night 4.2: 2
Well, I’ll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in’t, and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good studient; but to be said an honest man and a good house-keeper goes as fairly as to say a careful man and a great scholar. The competitors enter.
10
Merry Wives of Windsor 3.1: 22
How now, Master Parson? Good morrow, good Sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the dice, and a good studient from his book, and it is wonderful.
10
Much Ado About Nothing 1.3: 8
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace, and it better fits my blood to be disdain’d of all than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any. In this (though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man) it must not be denied but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle, and enfranchis’d with a clog, therefore I have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. ...
10
Much Ado About Nothing 2.3: 5
... he rather hear the tabor and the pipe; I have known when he would have walk’d ten mile afoot to see a good armor, and now will he lie ten nights awake carving the fashion of a new doublet; he was wont to speak plain and to the purpose (like an honest man and a soldier), and now is he turn’d orthography — his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes. May I be so converted and see with these eyes? I cannot tell; I think not. I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster, but ...
10
Twelfth Night 1.3: 52
[continues previous] Excellent, it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I hope to see a huswife take thee between her legs, and spin it off.
11
Twelfth Night 1.3: 53
[continues previous] Faith, I’ll home tomorrow, Sir Toby. Your niece will not be seen, or if she be, it’s four to one she’ll none of me. The Count himself here hard by woos her.
11
Twelfth Night 4.2: 4
Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, “That that is is”; so I, being Master Parson, am Master Parson; for what is “that” but “that,” and “is” but “is”?
10
Merry Wives of Windsor 2.3: 24
It will be found so, Master Page. Master Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am sworn of the peace. You have show’d yourself a wise physician, and Sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise and patient churchman. You must go with me, Master Doctor.
11
Twelfth Night 4.2: 13
[continues previous] Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong’d. Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.
11
Twelfth Night 4.2: 39
Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper. As I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for’t.
10
Titus Andronicus 4.3: 95
Give me pen and ink. Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver up a supplication?
11
Twelfth Night 4.2: 17
[continues previous] I am not mad, Sir Topas, I say to you this house is dark.
14
Twelfth Night 4.2: 1
Nay, I prithee put on this gown and this beard, make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate, do it quickly. I’ll call Sir Toby the whilst.
13
Twelfth Night 4.2: 13
Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong’d. Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.
11
Twelfth Night 4.2: 48
Maintain no words with him, good fellow. — Who, I, sir? Not I, sir. God buy you, good Sir Topas. — Marry, amen. — I will, sir, I will.
10
Twelfth Night 5.1: 309
Why, “some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.” I was one, sir, in this enterlude — one Sir Topas, sir, but that’s all one. “By the Lord, fool, I am not mad.” But do you remember? “Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? And you smile not, he’s gagg’d.” And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
15+
Twelfth Night 4.2: 13
Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong’d. Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.
11
Twelfth Night 4.2: 4
[continues previous] Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, “That that is is”; so I, being Master Parson, am Master Parson; for what is “that” but “that,” and “is” but “is”?
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 19
I say this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say there was never man thus abus’d. I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question. [continues next]
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 45
They have here propertied me, keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 48
Maintain no words with him, good fellow. — Who, I, sir? Not I, sir. God buy you, good Sir Topas. — Marry, amen. — I will, sir, I will.
10
Othello 2.3: 76
Ay; but by your leave, not before me; the lieutenant is to be sav’d before the ancient. Let’s have no more of this; let’s to our affairs. — God forgive us our sins! — Gentlemen, let’s look to our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk: this is my ancient, this is my right hand, and this is my left hand. I am not drunk now; I can stand well enough, and I speak well enough.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 14
Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the most modest terms, for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy. Say’st thou that house is dark?
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 19
[continues previous] I say this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say there was never man thus abus’d. I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question. [continues next]
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 19
[continues previous] I say this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say there was never man thus abus’d. I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question.
15+
Twelfth Night 4.2: 13
Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong’d. Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.
11
Twelfth Night 4.2: 18
Madman, thou errest. I say there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.
11
Coriolanus 5.4: 3
If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. But I say there is no hope in’t; our throats are sentenc’d, and stay upon execution.
13
Twelfth Night 4.2: 19
I say this house is as dark as ignorance, though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say there was never man thus abus’d. I am no more mad than you are; make the trial of it in any constant question.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 13
Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong’d. Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 14
Fie, thou dishonest Sathan! I call thee by the most modest terms, for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy. Say’st thou that house is dark?
11
Twelfth Night 4.2: 24
Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness. Thou shalt hold th’ opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
10
Much Ado About Nothing 5.1: 116
Leonato and his brother. What think’st thou? Had we fought, I doubt we should have been too young for them.
12
Twelfth Night 4.2: 24
Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness. Thou shalt hold th’ opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a woodcock lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
11
All's Well That Ends Well 2.3: 176
Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou hasten thy trial; which if — Lord have mercy on thee for a hen! So, my good window of lettice, fare thee well. Thy casement I need not open, for I look through thee. Give me thy hand.
12
Winter's Tale 4.3: 56
Then fare thee well, I must go buy spices for our sheep-shearing. [continues next]
11
Timon of Athens 3.2: 9
Servilius? You are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well, commend me to thy honorable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend. [continues next]
11
Twelfth Night 4.2: 13
Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong’d. Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.
10
Twelfth Night 5.1: 309
Why, “some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.” I was one, sir, in this enterlude — one Sir Topas, sir, but that’s all one. “By the Lord, fool, I am not mad.” But do you remember? “Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? And you smile not, he’s gagg’d.” And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
11
Timon of Athens 3.2: 9
[continues previous] Servilius? You are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well, commend me to thy honorable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 1
Nay, I prithee put on this gown and this beard, make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate, do it quickly. I’ll call Sir Toby the whilst.
11
Twelfth Night 4.2: 29
To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou find’st him. I would we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently deliver’d, I would he were, for I am now so far in offense with my niece that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport t’ the upshot. Come by and by to my chamber.
12
Twelfth Night 4.2: 50
[continues previous] Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am shent for speaking to you. [continues next]
14
Twelfth Night 4.2: 39
Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper. As I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for’t.
10
All's Well That Ends Well 2.5: 25
... of me: there can be no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes. Trust him not in matter of heavy consequence; I have kept of them tame, and know their natures. Farewell, monsieur, I have spoken better of you than you have or will to deserve at my hand, but we must do good against evil.
11
Love's Labour's Lost 1.1: 204
“So it is, besieged with sable-colored melancholy, I did commend the black oppressing humor to the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving air; and as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk: the time When? About the sixt hour, when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper: so much for the time When. Now for the ground Which? Which, I mean, I walk’d upon: it is ycliped thy ...
11
Merry Wives of Windsor 2.2: 83
Master Brook, I will first make bold with your money; next, give me your hand; and last, as I am a gentleman, you shall, and you will, enjoy Ford’s wife.
11
Much Ado About Nothing 5.2: 1
Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands by helping me to the speech of Beatrice.
11
Twelfth Night 4.2: 4
Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, “That that is is”; so I, being Master Parson, am Master Parson; for what is “that” but “that,” and “is” but “is”?
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 53
By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper, and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady. It shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 56
Nay, I’ll ne’er believe a madman till I see his brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
10
Winter's Tale 4.2: 3
... have had thee than thus to want thee. Thou, having made me businesses which none without thee can sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute them thyself, or take away with thee the very services thou hast done; which if I have not enough consider’d (as too much I cannot), to be more thankful to thee shall be my study, and my profit therein the heaping friendships. Of that fatal country Sicilia, prithee speak no more, whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance of that penitent (as thou call’st him) and reconcil’d king, my brother, whose loss of his most precious queen and children are ...
10
Titus Andronicus 4.3: 95
Give me pen and ink. Sirrah, can you with a grace deliver up a supplication?
10
King Lear 3.2: 30
Marry, here’s grace and a codpiece — that’s a wise man and a fool. [continues next]
15+
Twelfth Night 4.2: 43
Fool, there was never man so notoriously abus’d; I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.
15+
Twelfth Night 4.2: 51
Good fool, help me to some light and some paper. I tell thee I am as well in my wits as any man in Illyria.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 44
But as well! Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 54
I will help you to’t. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit?
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 45
They have here propertied me, keep me in darkness, send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 13
Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong’d. Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.
11
Twelfth Night 4.2: 48
Maintain no words with him, good fellow. — Who, I, sir? Not I, sir. God buy you, good Sir Topas. — Marry, amen. — I will, sir, I will.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 13
Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong’d. Good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad; they have laid me here in hideous darkness.
10
Much Ado About Nothing 3.4: 41
Madam, withdraw, the Prince, the Count, Signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the town are come to fetch you to church. [continues next]
15+
Twelfth Night 4.2: 51
Good fool, help me to some light and some paper. I tell thee I am as well in my wits as any man in Illyria.
10
Much Ado About Nothing 3.4: 41
[continues previous] Madam, withdraw, the Prince, the Count, Signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the town are come to fetch you to church.
13
Twelfth Night 1.3: 57
As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters, and yet I will not compare with an old man.
10
Twelfth Night 1.5: 14
Apt, in good faith, very apt. Well, go thy way, if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve’s flesh as any in Illyria.
15+
Twelfth Night 4.2: 43
Fool, there was never man so notoriously abus’d; I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 53
By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper, and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady. It shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.
15+
Twelfth Night 4.2: 53
By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper, and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady. It shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 39
Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper. As I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for’t.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 51
Good fool, help me to some light and some paper. I tell thee I am as well in my wits as any man in Illyria.
15+
Twelfth Night 4.2: 56
Nay, I’ll ne’er believe a madman till I see his brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
11
Macbeth 5.1: 15
Hark, she speaks. I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 54
I will help you to’t. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit?
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 44
But as well! Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool.
15+
Twelfth Night 4.2: 56
Nay, I’ll ne’er believe a madman till I see his brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
10
Twelfth Night 4.2: 39
Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper. As I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for’t.
15+
Twelfth Night 4.2: 53
By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper, and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady. It shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did. [continues next]
10
Twelfth Night 1.5: 22
Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, “Cucullus non facit monachum”: that’s as much to say as I wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.
15+
Twelfth Night 4.2: 53
[continues previous] By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper, and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady. It shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.
10
Henry IV Part 1 3.3: 62
Hostess, I forgive thee. Go make ready breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy guesse. Thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason; thou seest I am pacified still. Nay, prithee be gone. [continues next]
10
All's Well That Ends Well 1.3: 27
Get you gone, sir, I’ll talk with you more anon. [continues next]
10
Henry IV Part 1 3.3: 62
[continues previous] Hostess, I forgive thee. Go make ready breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy guesse. Thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason; thou seest I am pacified still. Nay, prithee be gone.
13
Henry IV Part 2 5.3: 15
Sweet sir, sit, I’ll be with you anon, most sweet sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit. Proface! What you want in meat, we’ll have in drink, but you must bear, the heart’s all. [continues next]
13
Henry IV Part 2 5.3: 15
[continues previous] Sweet sir, sit, I’ll be with you anon, most sweet sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit. Proface! What you want in meat, we’ll have in drink, but you must bear, the heart’s all.
12
Henry IV Part 1 2.4: 51
A king’s son! If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild geese, I’ll never wear hair on my face more. You, Prince of Wales!
10
All's Well That Ends Well 5.2: 9
And what would you have me to do? ’Tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you play’d the knave with Fortune that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her? There’s a cardecue for you. Let the justices make you and Fortune friends; I am for other business.