Comparison of William Shakespeare Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3 to William Shakespeare
Summary
William Shakespeare Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3 has 15 lines, and one of them has strong matches at magnitude 15+ in William Shakespeare. 73% of the lines have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14. 20% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.13 strong matches and 2.93 weak matches.
Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3
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William Shakespeare
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3: 1
Nay, ’twill be this hour ere I have done weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have receiv’d my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial’s court. I think Crab my dog be the sourest-natur’d dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear. He is a stone, a very pibble stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog. A Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; why, my grandam, having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I’ll show you the manner of it. This shoe is my father; no, this left shoe is my father; no, no, this left shoe is my mother; nay, that cannot be so neither; yes, it is so, it is so — it hath the worser sole. This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father — a vengeance on’t! There ’tis. Now, sir, this staff is my sister, for, look you, she is as white as a lily and as small as a wand. This hat is Nan, our maid. I am the dog — no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog — O! The dog is me, and I am myself; ay, so, so. Now come I to my father: “Father, your blessing.” Now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on. Now come I to my mother. O that she could speak now like a wood woman! Well, I kiss her; why, there ’tis; here’s my mother’s breath up and down. Now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes. Now the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.
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Double Falsehood 5.2: 3
Hang me, sir, if I shed one tear more. By Jove, I’ve wept so long, I’m as blind as justice. When I come to see my hawks (which I held a toy next to my son) if they be but house-high, I must stand aiming at them like a gunner.
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3: 6
Tut, man, I mean thou’lt lose the flood, and in losing the flood, lose thy voyage, and in losing thy voyage, lose thy master, and in losing thy master, lose thy service, and in losing thy service — Why dost thou stop my mouth?
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3: 2
Launce, away, away! Aboard! Thy master is shipp’d, and thou art to post after with oars. What’s the matter? Why weep’st thou, man? Away, ass, you’ll lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3: 3
It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied.
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3: 1
Nay, ’twill be this hour ere I have done weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have receiv’d my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial’s court. I think Crab my dog be the sourest-natur’d dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear. He is a stone, a very pibble stone, and has no more pity in ... [continues next]
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3: 6
Tut, man, I mean thou’lt lose the flood, and in losing the flood, lose thy voyage, and in losing thy voyage, lose thy master, and in losing thy master, lose thy service, and in losing thy service — Why dost thou stop my mouth?
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3: 1
[continues previous] Nay, ’twill be this hour ere I have done weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have receiv’d my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial’s court. I think Crab my dog be the sourest-natur’d dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear. He is a stone, a very ...
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3: 11
Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service, and the tied! Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3: 6
Tut, man, I mean thou’lt lose the flood, and in losing the flood, lose thy voyage, and in losing thy voyage, lose thy master, and in losing thy master, lose thy service, and in losing thy service — Why dost thou stop my mouth? [continues next]
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3: 11
Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service, and the tied! Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 2.3: 6
[continues previous] Tut, man, I mean thou’lt lose the flood, and in losing the flood, lose thy voyage, and in losing thy voyage, lose thy master, and in losing thy master, lose thy service, and in losing thy service — Why dost thou stop my mouth?