Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS II.i.157 | While she did call me rascal fiddler | While she did call me Rascall, Fidler, |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS III.i.1 | Fiddler, forbear, you grow too forward, sir. | Fidler forbeare, you grow too forward Sir, |
Troilus and Cressida | TC III.iii.303 | I know not; but I am sure, none, unless the fiddler | I know not: but I am sure none, vnlesse the Fidler |