Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
King Edward III | E3 III.i.69 | Like to a meadow full of sundry flowers | Like to a meddow full of sundry flowers, |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.886 | Do paint the meadows with delight, | Do paint the Medowes with delight. |
The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW V.v.65 | And nightly, meadow-fairies, look you sing, | And Nightly-meadow-Fairies, looke you sing |
Titus Andronicus | Tit III.i.125 | How they are stained like meadows yet not dry | How they are stain'd in meadowes, yet not dry |