Original text | Modern text | Key line |
What would my Lord, and Father? | What would my lord and father? | 2H4 IV.iv.18 |
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I shall obserue him with all care, and loue. | I shall observe him with all care and love. | 2H4 IV.iv.49 |
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Hee is not there to day: hee dines in London. | He is not there today; he dines in London. | 2H4 IV.iv.51 |
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With Pointz, and other his continuall followers. | With Poins, and other his continual followers. | 2H4 IV.iv.53 |
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Oh, my Royall Father. | O my royal father! | 2H4 IV.iv.112.2 |
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No, no, hee cannot long hold out: these pangs, | No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs. | 2H4 IV.iv.117 |
Th' incessant care, and labour of his Minde, | Th' incessant care and labour of his mind | 2H4 IV.iv.118 |
Hath wrought the Mure, that should confine it in, | Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in | 2H4 IV.iv.119 |
So thinne, that Life lookes through, and will breake out. | So thin that life looks through and will break out. | 2H4 IV.iv.120 |
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The Riuer hath thrice flow'd, no ebbe betweene: | The river hath thrice flowed, no ebb between, | 2H4 IV.iv.125 |
And the old folke (Times doting Chronicles) | And the old folk, time's doting chronicles, | 2H4 IV.iv.126 |
Say it did so, a little time before | Say it did so a little time before | 2H4 IV.iv.127 |
That our great Grand-sire Edward sick'd, and dy'de. | That our great-grandsire, Edward, sicked and died. | 2H4 IV.iv.128 |
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His eye is hollow, and hee changes much. | His eye is hollow, and he changes much. | 2H4 IV.v.6 |
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I am here (Brother) full of heauinesse. | I am here, brother, full of heaviness. | 2H4 IV.v.9 |
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Let vs with-draw into the other Roome. | Let us withdraw into the other room. | 2H4 IV.v.19 |
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Doth the King call? | Doth the King call? | 2H4 IV.v.50.1 |
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We left the Prince (my Brother) here (my Liege) | We left the Prince my brother here, my liege, | 2H4 IV.v.52 |
Who vndertooke to sit and watch by you. | Who undertook to sit and watch by you. | 2H4 IV.v.53 |
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Glou. Cla. | GLOUCESTER and CLARENCE | |
Good morrow, Cosin. | Good morrow, cousin. | 2H4 V.ii.21 |
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Wel, you must now speake Sir Iohn Falstaffe faire, | Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair, | 2H4 V.ii.33 |
Which swimmes against your streame of Quality. | Which swims against your stream of quality. | 2H4 V.ii.34 |