Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
Cymbeline | Cym IV.ii.211 | Not as death's dart, being laughed at: his right cheek | Not as deaths dart being laugh'd at: his right Cheeke |
King Lear | KL II.iv.160 | You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames | You nimble Lightnings, dart your blinding flames |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.396 | Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me. | Heere stand I, Ladie dart thy skill at me, |
Measure for Measure | MM I.iii.2 | Believe not that the dribbling dart of love | Beleeue not that the dribling dart of Loue |
Othello | Oth IV.i.269 | The shot of accident nor dart of chance | The shot of Accident, nor dart of Chance |
Pericles | Per I.ii.53 | If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, | If there be such a dart in Princes frownes, |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS V.ii.136 | And dart not scornful glances from those eyes | And dart not scornefull glances from those eies, |