Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
Cymbeline | Cym V.ii.9 | This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds | This Lowt, as he exceeds our Lords, the oddes |
King John | KJ II.i.509 | In such a love so vile a lout as he. | In such a loue, so vile a Lout as he. |
King John | KJ III.i.220 | Hang nothing but a calf's-skin, most sweet lout. | Hang nothing but a Calues skin most sweet lout. |
The Two Gentlemen of Verona | TG IV.iv.63 | For 'tis no trusting to yond foolish lout; | For 'tis no trusting to yond foolish Lowt; |
The Winter's Tale | WT I.ii.301 | Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave, | Pronounce thee a grosse Lowt, a mindlesse Slaue, |