Comparison of William Shakespeare Henry VI Part 2 5.2 to William Shakespeare
Summary
William Shakespeare Henry VI Part 2 5.2 has 91 lines, and 2% of them have strong matches at magnitude 15+ in William Shakespeare. 34% of the lines have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14. 64% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.03 strong matches and 0.64 weak matches.
Henry VI Part 2 5.2
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William Shakespeare
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Coriolanus 4.5: 33
I’ th’ city of kites and crows? What an ass it is! Then thou dwell’st with daws too? [continues next]
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Coriolanus 4.5: 33
[continues previous] I’ th’ city of kites and crows? What an ass it is! Then thou dwell’st with daws too?
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Henry IV Part 1 2.4: 168
Swearest thou, ungracious boy? Henceforth ne’er look on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace, there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an old fat man, a tun of man is thy companion. Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humors, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swoll’n parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuff’d cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that reverent Vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Wherein is ... [continues next]
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Henry IV Part 1 2.4: 168
[continues previous] Swearest thou, ungracious boy? Henceforth ne’er look on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace, there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an old fat man, a tun of man is thy companion. Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humors, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swoll’n parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuff’d cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that reverent Vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Wherein is he good, ...
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Cardenio 3.1: 125
Thou art my servant now. Come, thou hast lost A fearful master, but art now preferred Unto the service of a resolute lady, One that knows how to employ thee and scorns death As much as great men fear it. Where’s hell’s ministers? [continues next]
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Othello 4.1: 145
Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damn’d tonight, for she shall not live. No, my heart is turn’d to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. O, the world hath not a sweeter creature! She might lie by an emperor’s side and command him tasks.