Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
As You Like It | AYL III.ii.135 | The quintessence of every sprite | The quintessence of euerie sprite, |
The Comedy of Errors | CE II.ii.199 | We talk with goblins, owls, and sprites. | We talke with Goblins, Owles and Sprights; |
Coriolanus | Cor IV.v.229 | peace as far as day does night. It's spritely walking, | peace as farre as day do's night: It's sprightly walking, |
Cymbeline | Cym II.iii.138.2 | I am sprited with a fool, | I am sprighted with a Foole, |
Cymbeline | Cym V.v.429 | Appeared to me, with other spritely shows | Appear'd to me, with other sprightly shewes |
Macbeth | Mac II.iii.76 | As from your graves rise up and walk like sprites | As from your Graues rise vp, and walke like Sprights, |
Macbeth | Mac III.v.27 | Shall raise such artificial sprites | Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights, |
Macbeth | Mac IV.i.126 | Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites | Come Sisters, cheere we vp his sprights, |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND II.i.33 | Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite | Or else you are that shrew'd and knauish spirit |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND V.i.371 | Every one lets forth his sprite | Euery one lets forth his spright, |
A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND V.i.383 | Every elf and fairy sprite | Euerie Elfe and Fairie spright, |
The Tempest | Tem I.ii.380 | And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. | and sweete Sprights beare the burthen. |
The Tempest | Tem II.ii.114 | These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. | These be fine things, and if they be not sprights: |
Troilus and Cressida | TC II.ii.191 | My spritely brethren, I propend to you | My spritely brethren, I propend to you |
Troilus and Cressida | TC III.ii.31 | with a sprite. I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain; she | with a sprite: Ile fetch her; it is the prettiest villaine, she |
The Winter's Tale | WT II.i.26.1 | Of sprites and goblins. | of Sprights, and Goblins. |
The Winter's Tale | WT II.i.28 | To fright me with your sprites. You're powerful at it. | To fright me with your Sprights: you're powrefull at it. |