Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
All's Well That Ends Well | AW IV.v.13 | a thousand sallets ere we light on such another herb. | a thousand sallets ere wee light on such another hearbe. |
All's Well That Ends Well | AW IV.v.15 | sallet, or, rather, the herb of grace. | sallet, or rather the hearbe of grace. |
All's Well That Ends Well | AW IV.v.16 | They are not herbs, you knave, they are | They are not hearbes you knaue, they are |
All's Well That Ends Well | AW IV.v.17 | nose-herbs. | nose-hearbes. |
Cymbeline | Cym IV.ii.284 | The herbs that have on them cold dew o'th' night | The hearbes that haue on them cold dew o'th'night |
Cymbeline | Cym IV.ii.287 | These herblets shall, which we upon you strew. | These Herbelets shall, which we vpon you strew. |
Hamlet | Ham IV.v.183 | herb of grace o' Sundays. O, you must wear your rue | Herbe-Grace a Sundaies: Oh you must weare your Rew |
Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 III.i.63 | Bootless home, and weather-beaten back. | Bootlesse home, and Weather-beaten backe. |
Henry VI Part 2 | 2H6 III.i.33 | And choke the herbs for want of husbandry. | And choake the Herbes for want of Husbandry. |
Henry VI Part 2 | 2H6 IV.i.85 | With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart. | With gobbets of thy Mother-bleeding heart. |
King Edward III | E3 III.iii.56 | Where neither herb or fruitful grain is had, | Where neither hearb or frutfull graine is had, |
King Edward III | E3 III.iii.160 | And take away their downy feather-beds, | And take awaie their downie featherbedes, |
Macbeth | Mac I.iv.46 | I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful | Ile be my selfe the Herbenger, and make ioyfull |
The Merchant of Venice | MV II.ii.153 | the edge of a feather-bed! Here are simple scapes. Well, | the edge of a featherbed, here are simple scapes: well, |
The Merchant of Venice | MV V.i.13 | Medea gathered the enchanted herbs | Medea gathered the inchanted hearbs |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND II.i.169 | Fetch me that flower – the herb I showed thee once. | Fetch me that flower; the hearb I shew'd thee once, |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND II.i.173 | Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again | Fetch me this hearbe, and be thou heere againe, |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND II.i.184 | As I can take it with another herb – | (As I can take it with another hearbe) |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND III.ii.366 | Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye – | Then crush this hearbe into Lysanders eie, |
Othello | Oth I.iii.320 | one gender of herbs or distract it with many, either to | one gender of Hearbes, or distract it with many: either to |
Pericles | Per IV.vi.81 | Why, your herb-woman; she that sets | Why, your hearbe-woman, she that sets |
Richard II | R2 III.iv.46 | Her knots disordered, and her wholesome herbs | Her Knots disorder'd, and her wholesome Hearbes |
Richard II | R2 III.iv.105 | I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace. | Ile set a Banke of Rew, sowre Herbe of Grace: |
Richard III | R3 II.iv.13 | ‘ Small herbs have grace; great weeds do grow apace.’ | Small Herbes haue grace, great Weeds do grow apace. |
Richard III | R3 IV.v.12 | Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier, | Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned Souldier, |
Richard III | R3 V.ii.1.1 | Enter Richmond, Oxford, Sir James Blunt, Sir | Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, |
Richard III | R3 V.ii.1.2 | Walter Herbert, and others, with drum and colours | and others, with drum and colours. |
Richard III | R3 V.iii.19.2 | Dorset, Herbert, and Blunt. Some of the soldiers pitch | and Dorset. |
Richard III | R3 V.iii.28 | And you, Sir Walter Herbert – stay with me. | And your Sir Walter Herbert stay with me: |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ II.iii.12 | In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities. | In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and their true qualities: |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ II.iii.24 | In man as well as herbs – grace and rude will. | In man as well as Hearbes, grace and rude will: |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ IV.iv.1 | Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse, with herbs | Enter Lady of the house, and Nurse. |
Titus Andronicus | Tit III.i.177 | Sirs, strive no more. Such withered herbs as these | Sirs striue no more, such withered hearbs as these |
The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK I.i.8 | Merry springtime's harbinger, | Merry Spring times Herbinger, |
The Winter's Tale | WT V.ii.54 | like a weather-bitten conduit of many kings' reigns. I | like a Weather-bitten Conduit, of many Kings Reignes.) I |