Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
The Comedy of Errors | CE IV.i.90 | The oil, the balsamum, and aqua-vitae. | The Oyle, the Balsamum, and Aqua-vitae. |
Coriolanus | Cor II.i.70 | colic, you make faces like mummers, set up the bloody | Collicke, you make faces like Mummers, set vp the bloodie |
Henry VI Part 2 | 2H6 I.ii.89 | Seal up your lips and give no words but mum; | Seale vp your Lips, and giue no words but Mum, |
King Lear | KL I.iv.192 | Mum, mum! | Mum, mum, |
King Lear | KL II.i.38 | Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon | Mumbling of wicked charmes, coniuring the Moone |
Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.464 | Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick, | Some mumble-newes, some trencher-knight, som Dick |
Macbeth | Mac IV.i.23 | Witch's mummy, maw and gulf | Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulfe |
Measure for Measure | MM V.i.285 | Mum. | Mum. |
The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW III.v.16 | I should have been a mountain of mummy. | I should haue beene a Mountaine of Mummie. |
The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW V.ii.6 | white, and cry ‘ mum ’; she cries ‘ budget ’; and by that | white, and cry Mum; she cries Budget, and by that |
The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW V.ii.9 | ‘ mum ’ or her ‘ budget ’? The white will decipher her | Mum, or her Budget? The white will decipher her |
The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW V.v.192 | I went to her in white, and cried ‘ mum,’ and | I went to her in greene, and cried Mum, and |
Much Ado About Nothing | MA II.i.109 | your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? Go to, mum, | your excellent wit? can vertue hide it selfe? goe to, mumme, |
Othello | Oth III.iv.74 | And it was dyed in mummy, which the skilful | And it was dyde in Mummey, which the Skilfull |
Pericles | Per V.iii.15 | What means the nun? She dies! Help, gentlemen! | What meanes the mum? shee die's, helpe Gentlemen. |
Richard III | R3 III.vii.3 | The citizens are mum, say not a word. | The Citizens are mum, say not a word. |
Romeo and Juliet | RJ III.v.173.2 | Peace, you mumbling fool! | Peace you mumbling foole, |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS I.i.73 | Well said, master. Mum! And gaze your fill. | Well said Mr, mum, and gaze your fill. |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS I.ii.160 | Grumio, mum! (Coming forward) God save you, Signor Gremio. | Grumio mum: God saue you signior Gremio. |
The Tempest | Tem III.ii.51 | Mum, then, and no more. Proceed! | Mum then, and no more: proceed. |
The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK II.ii.31 | But that's all one, I'll go through, let her mumble. | But that's all one, ile goe through, let her mumble. |