Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
Cymbeline | Cym II.i.20 | every Jack-slave hath his bellyful of fighting, and I | euery Iacke-Slaue hath his belly full of Fighting, and I |
King Lear | KL III.ii.14 | Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain! | Rumble thy belly full: spit Fire, spowt Raine: |