Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
King John | KJ V.vii.31 | That all my bowels crumble up to dust. | That all my bowels crumble vp to dust: |
King Lear | KL III.ii.14 | Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain! | Rumble thy belly full: spit Fire, spowt Raine: |
King Lear | KL III.iv.42 | What art thou that dost grumble there i'the straw? | What art thou that dost grumble there i'th'straw? |
The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW III.iii.139 | cowl-staff? Look how you drumble! Carry them to the | Cowle-staffe? Look how you drumble? Carry them to the |
The Taming of the Shrew | TS IV.i.153 | What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. | What, do you grumble? Ile be with you straight. |
Troilus and Cressida | TC II.i.30 | Thou grumblest and railest every hour on | Thou grumblest & railest euery houre on |