Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
Coriolanus | Cor I.i.163 | That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion | That rubbing the poore Itch of your Opinion, |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.i.140 | I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl. | I feare too much rubbing: good night my good Oule. |