Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
All's Well That Ends Well | AW IV.iii.282 | any lackey; marry, in coming on he has the cramp. | any Lackey; marrie in comming on, hee ha's the Crampe. |
Antony and Cleopatra | AC I.iv.46 | Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, | Goes too, and backe, lacking the varrying tyde |
As You Like It | AYL III.ii.287 | (to Celia) I will speak to him like a saucy lackey, | I wil speake to him like a sawcie Lacky. |
Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 III.i.152 | That were his lackeys. I cried ‘ Hum,’ and ‘ Well, go to!’ | That were his Lacqueyes: / I cry'd hum, and well, goe too, |
Henry V | H5 III.vii.108 | saw it but his lackey. 'Tis a hooded valour, and when it | saw it, but his Lacquey: 'tis a hooded valour, and when it |
Henry V | H5 IV.i.265 | But, like a lackey, from the rise to set, | But like a Lacquey, from the Rise to Set, |
Henry V | H5 IV.ii.24 | That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants, | That our superfluous Lacquies, and our Pesants, |
Henry V | H5 IV.iv.73 | lackeys, with the luggage of our camp. The French | Lackies with the luggage of our camp, the French |
Henry VIII | H8 V.ii.17 | 'Mong boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures | 'Mong Boyes, Groomes, and Lackeyes. / But their pleasures |
Measure for Measure | MM IV.iii.13 | Copperspur, and Master Starve-lackey, the rapier and | Copperspurre, and M Starue-Lackey the Rapier and |
Richard III | R3 V.iii.318 | A scum of Britains and base lackey peasants, | A scum of Brittaines, and base Lackey Pezants, |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS III.ii.63 | O sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned | Oh sir, his Lackey, for all the world Caparison'd |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS III.ii.68 | and not like a Christian footboy or a gentleman's lackey. | & not like a Christian foot-boy, or a gentlemans Lacky. |
Troilus and Cressida | TC V.x.33 | Hence, broker-lackey! Ignomy and shame | Hence broker, lackie, ignomy, and shame |
The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK IV.i.72 | A hundred black-eyed maids, that love as I do, | A hundred blacke eyd Maides, that love as I doe |