Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
All's Well That Ends Well | AW I.i.221 | That weigh their pains in sense, and do suppose | That weigh their paines in sence, and do suppose |
All's Well That Ends Well | AW II.i.125 | My duty then shall pay me for my pains. | My dutie then shall pay me for my paines: |
All's Well That Ends Well | AW II.i.146 | Thy pains, not used, must by thyself be paid; | Thy paines not vs'd, must by thy selfe be paid, |
All's Well That Ends Well | AW II.iii.230 | I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my | I would it were hell paines for thy sake, and my |
All's Well That Ends Well | AW III.ii.63 | sorry for our pains. | sorrie for our paines. |
All's Well That Ends Well | AW V.i.24.2 | Lord, how we lose our pains! | Lord how we loose our paines. |
All's Well That Ends Well | AW V.i.33 | But rather make you thank your pains for it. | But rather make you thanke your paines for it, |
Antony and Cleopatra | AC I.i.39 | On pain of punishment, the world to weet | One paine of punishment, the world to weete |
Antony and Cleopatra | AC I.ii.20 | No, you shall paint when you are old. | No, you shall paint when you are old. |
Antony and Cleopatra | AC II.v.116 | Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, | Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, |
Antony and Cleopatra | AC III.xii.32 | Make thine own edict for thy pains, which we | Make thine owne Edict for thy paines, which we |
Antony and Cleopatra | AC IV.vi.15 | And leave his master Antony. For this pains | And leaue his Master Anthony. For this paines, |
Antony and Cleopatra | AC V.ii.244 | That kills and pains not? | That killes and paines not? |
Antony and Cleopatra | AC V.ii.254 | biting of it, what pain she felt; truly, she makes a very | byting of it, what paine she felt: Truely, she makes averie |
As You Like It | AYL II.i.3 | Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods | Then that of painted pompe? Are not these woods |
As You Like It | AYL II.iii.65 | In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry. | In lieu of all thy paines and husbandrie, |
As You Like It | AYL III.ii.266 | Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, | Not so: but I answer you right painted cloath, |
As You Like It | AYL III.ii.312 | feels no pain, the one lacking the burden of lean and | feeles no paine: the one lacking the burthen of leane and |
The Comedy of Errors | CE II.i.36 | But were we burdened with like weight of pain, | But were we burdned with like waight of paine, |
The Comedy of Errors | CE III.i.65 | If you went in pain, master, this knave would go sore. | If you went in paine Master, this knaue wold goe sore. |
The Comedy of Errors | CE III.ii.137 | Where Spain? | Where Spaine? |
The Comedy of Errors | CE III.ii.143 | their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain, who | their rich Aspect to the hot breath of Spaine, who |
The Comedy of Errors | CE V.i.394 | Renowned Duke, vouchsafe to take the pains | Renowned Duke, vouchsafe to take the paines |
Coriolanus | Cor I.vi.68 | As it were sin to doubt – that love this painting | (As it were sinne to doubt) that loue this painting |
Coriolanus | Cor II.ii.109 | The mortal gate of th' city, which he painted | The mortall Gate of th' Citie, which he painted |
Coriolanus | Cor IV.v.71 | My surname, Coriolanus. The painful service, | My Surname Coriolanus. The painfull Seruice, |
Coriolanus | Cor V.iv.26 | I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy | I paint him in the Character. Mark what mercy |
Cymbeline | Cym I.vii.203.2 | I thank you for your pains: | I thanke you for your paines: |
Cymbeline | Cym II.iii.86 | Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much pains | Good morrow Sir, you lay out too much paines |
Cymbeline | Cym III.iii.50 | A pain that only seems to seek out danger | A paine that onely seemes to seeke out danger |
Cymbeline | Cym III.iv.6 | From th' inward of thee? One but painted thus | From th'inward of thee? One, but painted thus |
Cymbeline | Cym III.iv.51 | Whose mother was her painting – hath betrayed him: | (Whose mother was her painting) hath betraid him: |
Cymbeline | Cym III.vii.53.1 | What pain it cost, what danger! Gods! | What paine it cost, what danger: Gods! |
Cymbeline | Cym IV.ii.290 | Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain. | Their pleasures here are past, so are their paine. |
Hamlet | Ham II.ii.478 | So as a painted tyrant Pyrrhus stood, | So as a painted Tyrant Pyrrhus stood, |
Hamlet | Ham III.i.53 | Than is my deed to my most painted word. | Then is my deede, to my most painted word. |
Hamlet | Ham III.i.143 | I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. | I haue heard of your pratlings too wel enough. |
Hamlet | Ham IV.vii.107 | Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, | Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, |
Hamlet | Ham V.i.190 | you to my lady's table and tell her, let her paint an inch | you to my Ladies Chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch |
Hamlet | Ham V.ii.342 | And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, | And in this harsh world draw thy breath in paine, |
Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 IV.ii.25 | the painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his | the painted Cloth, where the Gluttons Dogges licked his |
Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 V.i.80 | Such water-colours to impaint his cause, | Such water-colours, to impaint his cause: |
Henry IV Part 2 | 2H4 induction.1 | INDUCTION Enter Rumour, painted full of tongues | INDVCTION Enter Rumour. |
Henry IV Part 2 | 2H4 IV.ii.73 | I pledge your grace – and if you knew what pains | I pledge your Grace: And if you knew what paines |
Henry IV Part 2 | 2H4 IV.v.79 | Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste | are murthered for our paines. / This bitter taste |
Henry IV Part 2 | 2H4 IV.v.222 | Which I with more than with a common pain | Which I, with more, then with a Common paine, |
Henry IV Part 2 | 2H4 V.v.66 | Till then I banish thee, on pain of death, | Till then, I banish thee, on paine of death, |
Henry V | H5 I.ii.261 | His present, and your pains, we thank you for. | His Present, and your paines we thanke you for: |
Henry V | H5 III.v.49 | With pennons painted in the blood of Harfleur! | With Penons painted in the blood of Harflew: |
Henry V | H5 III.vi.30 | is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify | is painted blinde, with a Muffler afore his eyes, to signifie |
Henry V | H5 III.vi.31 | to you that Fortune is blind; and she is painted also | to you, that Fortune is blinde; and shee is painted also |
Henry V | H5 III.vi.58 | The fig of Spain! | The Figge of Spaine. |
Henry V | H5 IV.i.18 | 'Tis good for men to love their present pains | 'Tis good for men to loue their present paines, |
Henry V | H5 IV.i.68 | the wars is not kept. If you would take the pains but to | the Warres is not kept: if you would take the paines but to |
Henry V | H5 IV.iii.111 | With rainy marching in the painful field. | With raynie Marching in the painefull field. |
Henry V | H5 V.ii.25 | With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours, | With all my wits, my paines, and strong endeuors, |
Henry VI Part 1 | 1H6 I.iii.78 | any sword, weapon, or dagger henceforward, upon pain | any Sword, Weapon, or Dagger hence-forward, vpon paine |
Henry VI Part 1 | 1H6 II.iv.50 | Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, | Least bleeding, you doe paint the white Rose red, |
Henry VI Part 1 | 1H6 IV.i.47 | Henceforth we banish thee on pain of death. | Henceforth we banish thee on paine of death. |
Henry VI Part 1 | 1H6 V.iii.138 | Whom I with pain have wooed and won thereto; | Whom I with paine haue wooed and wonne thereto: |
Henry VI Part 2 | 2H6 I.iv.43 | Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains. | Are deepely indebted for this peece of paines; |
Henry VI Part 2 | 2H6 III.i.377 | I know no pain they can inflict upon him | I know, no paine they can inflict vpon him, |
Henry VI Part 2 | 2H6 III.ii.257 | In pain of your dislike, or pain of death, | In paine of your dislike, or paine of death; |
Henry VI Part 2 | 2H6 III.ii.288 | But three days longer, on the pain of death. | But three dayes longer, on the paine of death. |
Henry VI Part 2 | 2H6 III.iii.4 | So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. | So thou wilt let me liue, and feele no paine. |
Henry VI Part 3 | 3H6 I.i.221 | Or felt that pain which I did for him once, | Or felt that paine which I did for him once, |
Henry VI Part 3 | 3H6 I.iv.12 | With purple falchion, painted to the hilt | With Purple Faulchion, painted to the Hilt, |
Henry VI Part 3 | 3H6 III.iii.82 | Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; | Which did subdue the greatest part of Spaine; |
Henry VI Part 3 | 3H6 III.iii.128 | Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain. | Vnlesse the Lady Bona quit his paine. |
Henry VI Part 3 | 3H6 V.vi.49 | Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, | Thy Mother felt more then a Mothers paine, |
Henry VIII | H8 I.i.26 | Was to them as a painting. Now this masque | Was to them, as a Painting. Now this Maske |
Henry VIII | H8 II.iv.48 | My father, King of Spain, was reckoned one | My Father, King of Spaine, was reckon'd one |
Henry VIII | H8 II.iv.55 | Be by my friends in Spain advised, whose counsel | Be by my Friends in Spaine, aduis'd; whose Counsaile |
Henry VIII | H8 III.ii.72 | A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain | A worthy Fellow, and hath tane much paine |
Henry VIII | H8 IV.ii.8 | Out of the pain you suffered, gave no ear to't. | Out of the paine you suffer'd, gaue no eare too't. |
Henry VIII | H8 V.i.119 | I should have ta'en some pains to bring together | I should haue tane some paines, to bring together |
Henry VIII | H8 V.iii.71 | That's the plain truth. Your painted gloss discovers, | That's the plaine truth; your painted glosse discouers |
Julius Caesar | JC I.ii.119 | He had a fever when he was in Spain, | He had a Feauer when he was in Spaine, |
Julius Caesar | JC II.ii.115 | I thank you for your pains and courtesy. | I thanke you for your paines and curtesie. |
Julius Caesar | JC III.i.63 | The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks, | The Skies are painted with vnnumbred sparkes, |
King Edward III | E3 II.i.230 | O, were it painted, I would wipe it off | O were it painted I would wipe it of, |
King Edward III | E3 III.iii.82 | To paint thy vicious and deformed cause, | To painte thy vitious and deformed cause, |
King Edward III | E3 III.iv.47 | On pain of death, sent forth to succour him. | On paine of death sent forth to succour him: |
King Edward III | E3 III.iv.79 | My painful voyage on the boist'rous sea | My paynefull voyage on the boystrous sea, |
King Edward III | E3 IV.ii.44 | And painful travail of the Queen herself, | And painefull trauell of the Queene her selfe: |
King Edward III | E3 V.i.230 | The painful traffic of my tender youth, | The painfull traffike of my tender youth |
King Edward III | E3 V.i.233 | But likewise Spain, Turkey, and what countries else | But likewise Spain, Turkie, and what countries els |
King Edward III | E3 V.i.237 | An intercession of our painful arms. | an intercession of our painfull armes, |
King John | KJ I.i.78 | Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me! – | (Faire fall the bones that tooke the paines for me) |
King John | KJ I.i.121 | Who, as you say, took pains to get this son, | Who as you say, tooke paines to get this sonne, |
King John | KJ I.i.219 | That will take pains to blow a horn before her? | That will take paines to blow a horne before her? |
King John | KJ II.i.64 | With her her niece, the Lady Blanche of Spain; | With her her Neece, the Lady Blanch of Spaine, |
King John | KJ II.i.223 | Who painfully, with much expedient march, | Who painefully with much expedient march |
King John | KJ II.i.423 | That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanche, | That daughter there of Spaine, the Lady Blanch |
King John | KJ III.i.105 | Is cold in amity and painted peace, | Is cold in amitie, and painted peace, |
King John | KJ III.i.237 | With slaughter's pencil, where revenge did paint | With slaughters pencill; where reuenge did paint |
King John | KJ III.ii.9 | But on, my liege! For very little pains | But on my Liege, for very little paines |
King John | KJ IV.ii.11 | To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, | To gilde refined Gold, to paint the Lilly; |
King John | KJ IV.ii.253 | Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. | Not painted with the Crimson spots of blood, |
King John | KJ IV.iii.138 | Let hell want pains enough to torture me. | Let hell want paines enough to torture me: |
King John | KJ V.iv.15 | He means to recompense the pains you take | He meanes to recompence the paines you take, |
King Lear | KL I.i.64 | With shadowy forests and with champains riched, | With shadowie Forrests, and with Champains rich'd |
King Lear | KL I.iv.283 | Turn all her mother's pains and benefits | Turne all her Mothers paines, and benefits |
King Lear | KL II.ii.55 | Ay tailor, sir. A stone-cutter or a painter could not | A Taylor Sir, a Stone-cutter, or a Painter, could not |
King Lear | KL II.iv.30 | Stewed in his haste, half breathless, panting forth | Stew'd in his haste, halfe breathlesse, painting forth |
King Lear | KL III.i.53 | That when we have found the King – in which your pain | That when we haue found the King, in which your pain |
King Lear | KL III.iii.4 | charged me on pain of perpetual displeasure neither to | charg'd me on paine of perpetuall displeasure, neither to |
King Lear | KL III.vi.106 | How light and portable my pain seems now, | |
King Lear | KL V.iii.183 | That we the pain of death would hourly die | That we the paine of death would hourely dye, |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.i.73 | Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain: | Which with paine purchas'd, doth inherit paine, |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.i.74 | As painfully to pore upon a book | As painefully to poare vpon a Booke, |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.i.122 | Let's see the penalty – on pain of losing her | Let's see the penaltie. On paine of loosing her |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.i.161 | With a refined traveller of Spain; | With a refined trauailer of Spaine, |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.i.171 | From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate. | From tawnie Spaine lost in the worlds debate. |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL II.i.14 | Needs not the painted flourish of your praise. | Needs not the painted flourish of your praise: |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL II.i.23 | Till painful study shall outwear three years, | Till painefull studie shall out-weare three yeares, |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL III.i.19 | the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a | the old painting, and keepe not too long in one tune, but a |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.i.16.2 | Nay, never paint me now! | Nay, neuer paint me now, |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.iii.120 | That shall express my true love's fasting pain. | That shall expresse my true-loues fasting paine. |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.iii.170 | And, gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain? | And gentle Longauill, where lies thy paine? |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.iii.237 | Fie, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not! | Fie painted Rethoricke, O she needs it not, |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.iii.257 | It mourns that painting and usurping hair | It mournes, that painting vsurping haire |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.iii.261 | For native blood is counted painting now; | For natiue bloud is counted painting now: |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.iii.263 | Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. | Paints it selfe blacke, to imitate her brow. |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.573 | the painted cloth for this. Your lion, that holds his | the painted cloth for this: your Lion that holds his |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.641 | He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. | He's a God or a Painter, for he makes faces. |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.843 | To enforce the pained impotent to smile. | To enforce the pained impotent to smile. |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.886 | Do paint the meadows with delight, | Do paint the Medowes with delight. |
Macbeth | Mac I.iii.116 | The greatest is behind. – Thanks for your pains. | The greatest is behinde. Thankes for your paines. |
Macbeth | Mac I.iii.150 | With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains | with things forgotten. / Kinde Gentlemen, your paines |
Macbeth | Mac I.vi.13 | How you shall bid ‘ God 'ield us ’ for your pains, | How you shall bid God-eyld vs for your paines, |
Macbeth | Mac II.ii.55 | That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, | That feares a painted Deuill. If he doe bleed, |
Macbeth | Mac II.iii.26 | Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. | Marry, Sir, Nose-painting, Sleepe, and Vrine. |
Macbeth | Mac II.iii.47 | The labour we delight in physics pain. | The labour we delight in, Physicks paine: |
Macbeth | Mac III.iv.60 | This is the very painting of your fear. | This is the very painting of your feare: |
Macbeth | Mac IV.i.39 | O well done! I commend your pains; | O well done: I commend your paines, |
Macbeth | Mac V.vi.65 | Painted upon a pole, and underwrit, | Painted vpon a pole, and vnder-writ, |
Measure for Measure | MM I.ii.36 | I think thou dost, and indeed with most painful | I thinke thou do'st: and indeed with most painfull |
Measure for Measure | MM II.i.253 | Alas, it hath been great pains to you; they do | Alas, it hath beene great paines to you: they do |
Measure for Measure | MM II.iv.86 | Accountant to the law upon that pain. | Accountant to the Law, vpon that paine. |
Measure for Measure | MM III.ii.75 | Does Bridget paint still, Pompey, ha? | Do's Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ha? |
Measure for Measure | MM IV.ii.33 | Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery, and | Painting Sir, I haue heard say, is a Misterie; and |
Measure for Measure | MM IV.ii.35 | using painting, do prove my occupation a mystery. But | vsing painting, do proue my Occupation, a Misterie: but |
Measure for Measure | MM V.i.244 | Sit with my cousin, lend him your kind pains | Sit with my Cozen, lend him your kinde paines |
Measure for Measure | MM V.i.383 | That I, your vassal, have employed and pained | That I, your vassaile, haue imploid, and pain'd |
The Merchant of Venice | MV II.ii.172 | Something too liberal. Pray thee take pain | Something too liberall, pray thee take paine |
The Merchant of Venice | MV II.vi.33 | Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. | Heere, catch this casket, it is worth the paines, |
The Merchant of Venice | MV III.ii.121 | The painter plays the spider, and hath woven | The Painter plaies the Spider, and hath wouen |
The Merchant of Venice | MV IV.i.7 | Your grace hath ta'en great pains to qualify | Your Grace hath tane great paines to qualifie |
The Merchant of Venice | MV IV.i.409 | We freely cope your courteous pains withal. | We freely cope your curteous paines withall. |
The Merchant of Venice | MV V.i.182 | That took some pains in writing, he begged mine, | That tooke some paines in writing, he begg'd mine, |
The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW III.iv.97 | Give my sweet Nan this ring. There's for thy pains. | Giue my sweet Nan this Ring: there's for thy paines. |
The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW IV.v.6 | standing-bed and truckle-bed. 'Tis painted about with | standing-bed and truckle-bed: 'tis painted about with |
The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW V.v.86 | And turn him to no pain; but if he start, | And turne him to no paine: but if he start, |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND I.i.235 | And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. | And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blinde. |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND I.i.250 | But herein mean I to enrich my pain, | But heerein meane I to enrich my paine, |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND I.ii.100 | obscenely and courageously. Take pains; be perfect. | obscenely and couragiously. Take paines, be perfect, |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND III.i.167 | And pluck the wings from painted butterflies | And plucke the wings from painted Butterflies, |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND III.ii.296 | How low am I, thou painted maypole? Speak! | How low am I, thou painted May-pole? Speake, |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND V.i.80 | Extremely stretched, and conned with cruel pain, | Extreamely stretcht, and cond with cruell paine, |
Much Ado About Nothing | MA I.i.244 | in my forehead, and let me be vilely painted; and in such | in my forehead, and let me be vildely painted, and in such |
Much Ado About Nothing | MA II.iii.241 | Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. | Faire Beatrice, I thanke you for your paines. |
Much Ado About Nothing | MA II.iii.242 | I took no more pains for those thanks than | I tooke no more paines for those thankes, then |
Much Ado About Nothing | MA II.iii.243 | you take pains to thank me; if it had been painful, I | you take paines to thanke me, if it had been painefull, I |
Much Ado About Nothing | MA II.iii.251 | took no more pains for those thanks than you took pains | tooke no more paines for those thankes then you tooke paines |
Much Ado About Nothing | MA II.iii.252 | to thank me ’ – that's as much as to say, ‘ Any pains that | to thanke me, that's as much as to say, any paines that |
Much Ado About Nothing | MA III.ii.52 | Yea, or to paint himself? For the which, I hear | Yea, or to paint himselfe? for the which I heare |
Much Ado About Nothing | MA III.ii.98 | The word is too good to paint out her wickedness. | The word is too good to paint out her wickednesse, |
Much Ado About Nothing | MA III.iii.131 | reechy painting, sometime like god Bel's priests in the | rechie painting, sometime like god Bels priests in the |
Much Ado About Nothing | MA V.i.300 | I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. | I thanke thee for thy care and honest paines. |
Much Ado About Nothing | MA V.i.303 | There's for thy pains. | There's for thy paines. |
Much Ado About Nothing | MA V.iv.18 | Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. | Frier, I must intreat your paines, I thinke. |
Othello | Oth I.i.155 | Though I do hate him as I do hell pains, | Though I do hate him as I do hell apines, |
Othello | Oth I.i.184 | On, good Roderigo, I'll deserve your pains. | On good Rodorigo, I will deserue your paines. |
Othello | Oth I.iii.158 | She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: | She gaue me for my paines a world of kisses: |
Othello | Oth II.iii.357 | much experience for my pains; and so, with no money | much experience for my paines; And so, with no money |
Othello | Oth III.i.1 | Masters, play here – I will content your pains – | Masters, play heere, I wil content your paines, |
Othello | Oth III.iii.281 | I have a pain upon my forehead here. | I haue a paine vpon my Forehead, heere. |
Othello | Oth III.iv.144 | Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not gods, | Of paine. Nay, we must thinke men are not Gods, |
Othello | Oth IV.i.259 | Concerning this, sir – O, well-painted passion! – | Concerning this Sir, (oh well-painted passion) |
Othello | Oth IV.ii.92 | We have done our course: there's money for your pains. | We haue done our course: there's money for your paines: |
Othello | Oth V.ii.89 | I would not have thee linger in thy pain. | I would not haue thee linger in thy paine? |
Othello | Oth V.ii.251 | It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper. | It was a Sword of Spaine, the Ice brookes temper: |
Pericles | Per Chorus.III.15 | By many a dern and painful perch | By many a dearne and painefull pearch |
Pericles | Per III.ii.24 | Nature should be so conversant with pain, | Nature should be so conuersant with Paine, |
Pericles | Per III.ii.45 | Your personal pain, but even your purse, still open, | your personall payne, / But euen your Purse still open, |
Pericles | Per IV.vi.60 | pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave | paines to worke her to your mannage, come wee will leaue |
Pericles | Per IV.vi.161 | For which the pained'st fiend of hell | for which the painedst feende of hell |
Pericles | Per V.i.192 | Give me a gash, put me to present pain, | giue mee a gash, put me to present paine, |
Richard II | R2 I.i.179 | Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. | Men are but gilded loame, or painted clay. |
Richard II | R2 I.iii.42 | On pain of death, no person be so bold | On paine of death, no person be so bold, |
Richard II | R2 I.iii.106 | On pain to be found false and recreant, | On paine to be found false, and recreant, |
Richard II | R2 I.iii.111 | On pain to be found false and recreant, | On paine to be found false and recreant, |
Richard II | R2 I.iii.140 | You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life | You Cosin Herford, vpon paine of death, |
Richard II | R2 I.iii.153 | Breathe I against thee upon pain of life. | Breath I against thee, vpon paine of life. |
Richard II | R2 II.i.8 | For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. | For they breath truth, that breath their words in paine. |
Richard II | R2 III.i.34 | And plague injustice with the pains of hell. | And plague Iniustice with the paines of Hell. |
Richard II | R2 IV.i.150 | Well have you argued, sir; and for your pains | Well haue you argu'd Sir: and for your paines, |
Richard II | R2 V.ii.16 | With painted imagery had said at once | With painted Imagery had said at once, |
Richard II | R2 V.vi.11 | We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; | We thank thee gentle Percy for thy paines, |
Richard II | R2 V.vi.17 | Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot. | Thy paines Fitzwaters shall not be forgot, |
Richard III | R3 I.iii.116 | 'Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot. | 'Tis time to speake, / My paines are quite forgot. |
Richard III | R3 I.iii.166 | Wert thou not banished on pain of death? | Wert thou not banished, on paine of death? |
Richard III | R3 I.iii.167 | I was; but I do find more pain in banishment | I was: but I doe find more paine in banishment, |
Richard III | R3 I.iii.240 | Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune! | Poore painted Queen, vain flourish of my fortune, |
Richard III | R3 I.iii.313 | He is franked up to fatting for his pains – | He is frank'd vp to fatting for his paines, |
Richard III | R3 I.iv.21 | O Lord! Methought what pain it was to drown! | O Lord, me thought what paine it was to drowne, |
Richard III | R3 IV.iv.83 | I called thee then poor shadow, painted queen, | I call'd thee then, poore Shadow, painted Queen, |
Richard III | R3 IV.iv.303 | Of all one pain, save for a night of groans | Of all one paine, saue for a night of groanes |
Richard III | R3 V.iii.259 | Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire; | Your Countries Fat shall pay your paines the hyre. |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ I.i.86 | On pain of torture, from those bloody hands | On paine of Torture, from those bloody hands |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ I.i.103 | Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. | Once more on paine of death, all men depart. |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ I.ii.41 | and the painter with his nets. But I am sent to find those | and the Painter with his Nets. But I am sent to find those |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ I.ii.46 | One pain is lessened by another's anguish. | One paine is lesned by anothers anguish: |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ I.iv.5 | Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, | Bearing a Tartars painted Bow of lath, |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ II.ii.86 | Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek | Else would a Maiden blush bepaint my cheeke, |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ II.iv.179 | Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains. | Be shriu'd and married: here is for thy paines. |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ II.iv.188 | Farewell. Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. | Farewell, be trustie and Ile quite thy paines: |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS induction.2.49 | Adonis painted by a running brook, | Adonis painted by a running brooke, |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS induction.2.55 | As lively painted as the deed was done. | As liuelie painted, as the deede was done. |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS I.i.65 | And paint your face, and use you like a fool. | And paint your face, and vse you like a foole. |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS III.i.12 | After his studies or his usual pain? | After his studies, or his vsuall paine? |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS III.ii.183 | Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains. | Gentlemen & friends, I thank you for your pains, |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS IV.iii.43 | And all my pains is sorted to no proof. | And all my paines is sorted to no proofe. |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS IV.iii.174 | Because his painted skin contents the eye? | Because his painted skin contents the eye. |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS V.ii.148 | To painful labour both by sea and land, | To painfull labour, both by sea and land: |
The Tempest | Tem I.ii.143 | With colours fairer painted their foul ends. | With colours fairer, painted their foule ends. |
The Tempest | Tem I.ii.242 | Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, | Is there more toyle? Since yu dost giue me pains, |
The Tempest | Tem I.ii.278 | Imprisoned, thou didst painfully remain | Imprison'd, thou didst painefully remaine |
The Tempest | Tem I.ii.354 | Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour | Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each houre |
The Tempest | Tem II.ii.28 | and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but | and had but this fish painted; not a holiday-foole there but |
The Tempest | Tem III.i.1 | There be some sports are painful, and their labour | There be some Sports are painfull; & their labor |
The Tempest | Tem IV.i.189 | Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, | Nurture can neuer sticke: on whom my paines |
Timon of Athens | Tim I.i.1.1.1 | Enter Poet and Painter, Jeweller and Merchant, at | Enter Poet, Painter, Ieweller, Merchant, and Mercer, at |
Timon of Athens | Tim I.i.93 | A thousand moral paintings I can show | A thousand morall Paintings I can shew, |
Timon of Athens | Tim I.i.158 | Go not away. (To Painter) What have you there, my friend? | Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend? |
Timon of Athens | Tim I.i.159 | A piece of painting, which I do beseech | A peece of Painting, which I do beseech |
Timon of Athens | Tim I.i.160.2 | Painting is welcome. | Painting is welcome. |
Timon of Athens | Tim I.i.161 | The painting is almost the natural man; | The Painting is almost the Naturall man: |
Timon of Athens | Tim I.i.199 | Wrought he not well that painted it? | Wrought he not well that painted it. |
Timon of Athens | Tim I.i.200 | He wrought better that made the painter, | He wrought better that made the Painter, |
Timon of Athens | Tim III.v.26 | Your words have took such pains as if they laboured | Your words haue tooke such paines, as if they labour'd |
Timon of Athens | Tim IV.ii.36 | But only painted, like his varnished friends? | But onely painted like his varnisht Friends: |
Timon of Athens | Tim IV.iii.60 | With man's blood paint the ground gules, gules. | With mans blood paint the ground Gules, Gules: |
Timon of Athens | Tim IV.iii.144 | And be no turncoats. Yet may your pains, six months, | And be no turne-coats: yet may your paines six months |
Timon of Athens | Tim IV.iii.149 | Paint till a horse may mire upon your face. | Paint till a horse may myre vpon your face: |
Timon of Athens | Tim IV.iii.163 | Derive some pain from you. Plague all, | Deriue some paine from you. Plague all, |
Timon of Athens | Tim IV.iii.353 | Yonder comes a poet and a painter. The | Yonder comes a Poet and a Painter: / The |
Timon of Athens | Tim V.i.1 | Enter Poet and Painter | Enter Poet, and Painter. |
Timon of Athens | Tim V.i.29 | Excellent workman! Thou canst not paint | Excellent Workeman, / Thou canst not paint |
Timon of Athens | Tim V.i.87.1 | You take much pains to mend. | You take much paines to mend. |
Timon of Athens | Tim V.i.107 | (To the Painter) If, where thou art, two villains shall not be, | If where thou art, two Villaines shall not be, |
Timon of Athens | Tim V.i.111 | (To the Painter) You have work for me. There's payment. Hence! | You haue worke for me; there's payment, hence, |
Timon of Athens | Tim V.ii.1 | Thou hast painfully discovered. Are his files | Thou hast painfully discouer'd: are his Files |
Titus Andronicus | Tit II.iii.126 | And with that quaint hope braves your mightiness. | And with that painted hope, braues your Mightinesse, |
Titus Andronicus | Tit II.ii.285 | Some never-heard-of torturing pain for them. | Some neuer heard-of tortering paine for them. |
Titus Andronicus | Tit IV.ii.47 | For our beloved mother in her pains. | For our beloued mother in her paines. |
Titus Andronicus | Tit IV.ii.97 | Ye white-limed walls, ye alehouse painted signs! | Ye white-limb'd walls, ye Ale-house painted signes, |
Troilus and Cressida | TC I.i.93 | When with your blood you daily paint her thus. | When with your bloud you daily paint her thus. |
Troilus and Cressida | TC III.ii.13 | From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, | From Cupids shoulder plucke his painted wings, |
Troilus and Cressida | TC III.ii.198 | taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful | taken such paines to bring you together, let all pittifull |
Troilus and Cressida | TC III.iii.30.1 | In most accepted pain. | In most accepted paine. |
Troilus and Cressida | TC IV.i.58 | With such a hell of pain and world of charge; | With such a hell of paine, and world of charge. |
Troilus and Cressida | TC V.x.46 | Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted | Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted |
Twelfth Night | TN I.ii.58 | It may be worth thy pains, for I can sing | It may be worth thy paines: for I can sing, |
Twelfth Night | TN I.v.167 | taken great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain | taken great paines to con it. Good Beauties, let mee sustaine |
Twelfth Night | TN I.v.187 | Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical. | Alas, I tooke great paines to studie it, and 'tis Poeticall. |
Twelfth Night | TN I.v.272 | I thank you for your pains. Spend this for me. | I thanke you for your paines: spend this for mee. |
Twelfth Night | TN II.ii.6 | have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. | haue saued mee my paines, to haue taken it away your selfe. |
Twelfth Night | TN II.iv.66 | There's for thy pains. | There's for thy paines. |
Twelfth Night | TN II.iv.67 | No pains, sir. I take pleasure in singing, sir. | No paines sir, I take pleasure in singing sir. |
Twelfth Night | TN II.v.154 | Daylight and champain discovers not more! This is | daylight and champian discouers not more: This is |
Twelfth Night | TN III.iii.2 | But since you make your pleasure of your pains, | But since you make your pleasure of your paines, |
The Two Gentlemen of Verona | TG I.i.117 | Now you have taken the pains to set it together, | Now you haue taken the paines to set it together, |
The Two Gentlemen of Verona | TG I.i.118 | take it for your pains. | take it for your paines. |
The Two Gentlemen of Verona | TG I.i.123 | but the word ‘ noddy ’ for my pains. | but the word noddy for my paines. |
The Two Gentlemen of Verona | TG I.i.130 | Well, sir, here is for your pains. | Well Sir: here is for your paines: |
The Two Gentlemen of Verona | TG I.i.141 | No, not so much as ‘ Take this for thy pains.’ To | No, not so much as take this for thy pains: / To |
The Two Gentlemen of Verona | TG II.i.53 | That's because the one is painted, and the other | That's because the one is painted, and the other |
The Two Gentlemen of Verona | TG II.i.55 | How painted? And how out of count? | How painted? and how out of count? |
The Two Gentlemen of Verona | TG II.i.56 | Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that no | Marry sir, so painted to make her faire, that no |
The Two Gentlemen of Verona | TG II.i.106 | Perchance you think too much of so much pains? | Perchance you think too much of so much pains? |
The Two Gentlemen of Verona | TG IV.iv.184 | And yet the painter flattered her a little, | And yet the Painter flatter'd her a little, |
The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK I.i.122 | The ground-piece of some painter, I would buy you | The ground-peece of some Painter, I would buy you |
The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK II.i.65 | Hung with the painted favours of their ladies, | (Hung with the painted favours of their Ladies) |
The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK II.i.193 | How modestly she blows, and paints the sun | How modestly she blowes, and paints the Sun, |
The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK III.v.151 | And here's something to paint your pole withal. | And heer's something to paint your Pole withall. |
The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK III.vi.18.1 | To too much pains, sir. | To too much paines Sir. |
The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK prologue.8 | More of the maid to sight than husband's pains. | More of the maid to sight, than Husbands paines; |
The Winter's Tale | WT IV.iv.101 | No more than, were I painted, I would wish | No more then were I painted, I would wish |
The Winter's Tale | WT V.i.154 | To greet a man not worth her pains, much less | To greet a man, not worth her paines; much lesse, |
The Winter's Tale | WT V.iii.83 | With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain? | With Oyly Painting: shall I draw the Curtaine. |