Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
Cymbeline | Cym V.v.70 | The Britons have razed out, though with the loss | The Britaines haue rac'd out, though with the losse |
Hamlet | Ham III.ii.286 | roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of | Roses on my rac'd Shooes, get me a Fellowship in a crie of |
King Lear | KL I.i.10 | am brazed to it. | am braz'd too't. |
King Lear | KL I.iv.4 | For which I razed my likeness. Now, banished Kent, | For which I raiz'd my likenesse. Now banisht Kent, |
King Lear | KL III.iv.163 | The grief hath crazed my wits. What a night's this! – | The greefe hath craz'd my wits. What a night's this? |
Macbeth | Mac III.i.82 | To half a soul and to a notion crazed | To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd, |
Measure for Measure | MM I.ii.11 | Ay, that he razed. | I, that he raz'd. |
The Merchant of Venice | MV I.iii.68 | When Jacob grazed his uncle Laban's sheep – | When Iacob graz'd his Vncle Labans sheepe, |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND I.i.92 | Thy crazed title to my certain right. | Thy crazed title to my certaine right. |
Pericles | Per I.i.18 | Sorrow were ever razed, and testy wrath | Sorrow were euer racte, and teastie wrath |
Richard II | R2 III.i.25 | Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign | Raz'd out my Impresse, leauing me no signe, |
Richard III | R3 III.ii.11 | He dreamt the boar had razed off his helm. | He dreamt, the Bore had rased off his Helme: |
Richard III | R3 III.vii.183 | A care-crazed mother to a many sons, | A Care-cras'd Mother to a many Sonnes, |
Richard III | R3 IV.iv.17 | So many miseries have crazed my voice | So many miseries haue craz'd my voyce, |