Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
All's Well That Ends Well | AW I.iii.82 | so all the year! We'd find no fault with the tithe-woman | so all the yeere, weed finde no fault with the tithe woman |
As You Like It | AYL II.vii.45 | Provided that you weed your better judgements | Prouided that you weed your better iudgements |
Coriolanus | Cor II.iii.220 | With what contempt he wore the humble weed, | With what Contempt he wore the humble Weed, |
Hamlet | Ham I.v.32 | And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed | And duller should'st thou be then the fat weede |
Henry IV Part 2 | 2H4 IV.i.203 | He cannot so precisely weed this land | Hee cannot so precisely weede this Land, |
Henry V | H5 IV.i.11 | Thus may we gather honey from the weed, | Thus may we gather Honey from the Weed, |
Henry VI Part 2 | 2H6 I.iii.97 | So one by one we'll weed them all at last, | So one by one wee'le weed them all at last, |
Henry VIII | H8 V.i.52 | He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas, | He be conuented. He's a ranke weed Sir Thomas, |
King Edward III | E3 II.i.165 | Who smiles upon the basest weed that grows | Who smiles vpon the basest weed that growes, |
King Edward III | E3 II.i.288 | Too strict a guardian for so fair a ward. | To stricke a gardion for so faire a weed, |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.836 | To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain, | To weed this Wormewood from your fruitfull braine, |
Measure for Measure | MM III.ii.258 | To weed my vice and let his grow. | To weede my vice, and let his grow. |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND II.i.256 | Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in. | Weed wide enough to rap a Fairy in. |
Othello | Oth I.iii.319 | lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with | Lettice: Set Hisope, and weede vp Time: Supplie it with |
Othello | Oth IV.ii.66 | That quicken even with blowing, O, thou weed, | That quicken euen with blowing. Oh thou weed: |
Pericles | Per IV.i.13 | No, I will rob Tellus of her weed | No: I will rob Tellus of her weede |
Richard II | R2 II.iii.166 | Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away. | Which I haue sworne to weed, and plucke away. |
Titus Andronicus | Tit V.iii.195 | No funeral rite, nor man in mourning weed, | No Funerall Rite, nor man in mournfull Weeds: |
The Two Gentlemen of Verona | TG III.ii.49 | But say this weed her love from Valentine, | But say this weede her loue from Valentine, |