Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
King Edward III | E3 III.iv.114 | No lovesick cockney, nor his soldiers jades. | No loue sicke cockney, nor his souldiers iades, |
King Lear | KL II.iv.117 | Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels | Cry to it Nunckle, as the Cockney did to the Eeles, |
Twelfth Night | TN IV.i.14 | cockney. I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness, and | Cockney: I prethee now vngird thy strangenes, and |