Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
Coriolanus | Cor I.i.196 | And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry | And let me vse my Sword, I'de make a Quarrie |
Hamlet | Ham V.ii.358 | This quarry cries on havoc. O proud Death, | His quarry cries on hauocke. Oh proud death, |
King Edward III | E3 IV.iv.18 | Shows like a silver quarry, or an orb, | Shewes like a siluer quarrie, or an orbe |
Macbeth | Mac I.ii.14 | And fortune on his damned quarrel smiling | And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling, |
Macbeth | Mac IV.iii.206 | Were on the quarry of these murdered deer | Were on the Quarry of these murther'd Deere |