Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
Henry IV Part 2 | 2H4 IV.v.101 | That it will quickly drop; my day is dim. | That it will quickly drop: my Day is dimme. |
Henry VI Part 1 | 1H6 I.i.79 | Let not sloth dim your honours new-begot. | Let not slouth dimme your Honors, new begot; |
Henry VI Part 1 | 1H6 II.v.9 | Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent; | Waxe dimme, as drawing to their Exigent. |
Henry VI Part 2 | 2H6 I.ii.6 | Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight? | Gazing on that which seemes to dimme thy sight? |
Henry VIII | H8 IV.ii.164 | For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell, | (For so I will) mine eyes grow dimme. Farewell |
Julius Caesar | JC II.i.84 | Not Erebus itself were dim enough | Not Erebus it selfe were dimme enough, |
King Edward III | E3 I.ii.104 | That now her dim decline hath power to draw | That now her dym declyne hath power to draw, |
King Edward III | E3 II.i.147 | But like a fading taper, dim and dead? | But like a fading taper dym and dead. |
King Edward III | E3 III.iii.78 | Or dim the reputation of my birth, | Or dym the reputation of my birth, |
King Edward III | E3 IV.vii.39 | If I could hold dim death but at a bay | If I could hold dym death but at a bay, |
King John | KJ III.iv.85 | As dim and meagre as an ague's fit, | As dim and meager as an Agues fitte, |
The Merchant of Venice | MV V.i.93 | So doth the greater glory dim the less. | So doth the greater glory dim the lesse, |
Richard II | R2 III.iii.66 | To dim his glory and to stain the track | To dimme his glory, and to staine the tract |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ III.v.202 | In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. | In that dim Monument where Tybalt lies. |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ V.iii.107 | And never from this palace of dim night | And neuer from this Pallace of dym night |
Titus Andronicus | Tit III.i.210 | Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim | Or with our sighs weele breath the welkin dimme, |
The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK I.i.9 | With harebells dim, | With her bels dimme. |
The Winter's Tale | WT III.iii.55 | The heavens so dim by day. – A savage clamour! | The heauens so dim, by day. A sauage clamor? |
The Winter's Tale | WT IV.iv.120 | The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, | The windes of March with beauty: Violets dim, |