Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
King Lear | KL II.iv.167 | Thee o'er to harshness. Her eyes are fierce; but thine | Thee o're to harshnesse: Her eyes are fierce, but thine |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND I.i.38 | To stubborn harshness. And, my gracious Duke, | To stubborne harshnesse. And my gracious Duke, |
The Tempest | Tem III.i.9 | And he's composed of harshness. I must remove | And he's compos'd of harshnesse. I must remoue |