Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
King John | KJ V.vii.31 | That all my bowels crumble up to dust. | That all my bowels crumble vp to dust: |
King Lear | KL I.iv.193 | He that keeps nor crust nor crumb, | he that keepes nor crust, not crum, |
Twelfth Night | TN II.iii.116 | your chain with crumbs. A stoup of wine, Maria! | your Chaine with crums. A stope of Wine Maria. |