| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| How is it with our Generall? | How is it with our general? | Cor V.vi.10.1 |
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| So he did my Lord: | So he did, my lord; | Cor V.vi.41.2 |
| The Army marueyl'd at it, and in the last, | The army marvelled at it. And, in the last, | Cor V.vi.42 |
| When he had carried Rome, and that we look'd | When we had carried Rome and that we looked | Cor V.vi.43 |
| For no lesse Spoile, then Glory. | For no less spoil than glory – | Cor V.vi.44.1 |
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| Your Natiue Towne you enter'd like a Poste, | Your native town you entered like a post, | Cor V.vi.50 |
| And had no welcomes home, but he returnes | And had no welcomes home; but he returns | Cor V.vi.51 |
| Splitting the Ayre with noyse. | Splitting the air with noise. | Cor V.vi.52.1 |
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| All Consp. | ALL CONSPIRATORS | |
| Let him dye for't. | Let him die for't. | Cor V.vi.120.2 |
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| All Consp. | ALL CONSPIRATORS | |
| Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. | Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him! | Cor V.vi.131 |