Comparison of William Shakespeare Coriolanus 4.2 to William Shakespeare
Summary
William Shakespeare Coriolanus 4.2 has 55 lines, and 40% of them have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14 in William Shakespeare. 60% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 1.04 weak matches.
Coriolanus 4.2
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William Shakespeare
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Much Ado About Nothing 5.4: 95
I’ll tell thee what, Prince: a college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram? No, if a man will be beaten with brains, ’a shall wear nothing handsome about him. In brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think ...
10
Henry IV Part 2 5.4: 3
Nuthook, nuthook, you lie. Come on! I’ll tell thee what, thou damn’d tripe-visag’d rascal, and the child I go with do miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst strook thy mother, thou paper-fac’d villain!
10
Antony and Cleopatra 4.14: 105
[continues previous] I have done my work ill, friends. O, make an end
11
All's Well That Ends Well 1.3: 27
Get you gone, sir, I’ll talk with you more anon. [continues next]
10
Merry Wives of Windsor 4.5: 8
There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with me, but she’s gone.
10
All's Well That Ends Well 1.3: 27
[continues previous] Get you gone, sir, I’ll talk with you more anon.
10
As You Like It 3.3: 5
When a man’s verses cannot be understood, nor a man’s good wit seconded with the forward child, understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.
10
Antony and Cleopatra 2.2: 102
Or, if you borrow one another’s love for the instant, you may, when you hear no more words of Pompey, return it again. You shall have time to wrangle in when you have nothing else to do.
12
Merry Wives of Windsor 2.2: 92
... effect, they will break their hearts but they will effect. God be prais’d for my jealousy! Eleven o’ clock the hour. I will prevent this, detect my wife, be reveng’d on Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will about it; better three hours too soon than a minute too late. Fie, fie, fie! Cuckold, cuckold, cuckold!
12
Henry IV Part 2 1.2: 58
... Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity? And will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!