| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
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| Amen! | R2 I.iv.65 |
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| And that's the wauering Commons, for their loue | And that is the wavering commons; for their love | R2 II.ii.128 |
| Lies in their purses, and who so empties them, | Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them | R2 II.ii.129 |
| By so much fils their hearts with deadly hate. | By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. | R2 II.ii.130 |
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| If iudgement lye in them, then so do we, | If judgement lie in them, then so do we, | R2 II.ii.132 |
| Because we haue beene euer neere the King. | Because we ever have been near the King. | R2 II.ii.133 |
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| No, I will to Ireland to his Maiestie: | No, I will to Ireland to his majesty. | R2 II.ii.140 |
| Farewell, if hearts presages be not vaine, | Farewell. If heart's presages be not vain, | R2 II.ii.141 |
| We three here part, that neu'r shall meete againe. | We three here part that ne'er shall meet again. | R2 II.ii.142 |
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| Farewell at once, for once, for all, and euer. | Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever. | R2 II.ii.147 |
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| I feare me neuer. | I fear me, never. | R2 II.ii.148.2 |
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| Then set before my face, the Lord Aumerle. | Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle. | R2 IV.i.6 |
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| My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue | My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue | R2 IV.i.8 |
| Scornes to vnsay, what it hath once deliuer'd. | Scorns to unsay what once it hath delivered. | R2 IV.i.9 |
| In that dead time, when Glousters death was plotted, | In that dead time when Gloucester's death was plotted | R2 IV.i.10 |
| I heard you say, Is not my arme of length, | I heard you say ‘ Is not my arm of length, | R2 IV.i.11 |
| That reacheth from the restfull English Court | That reacheth from the restful English court | R2 IV.i.12 |
| As farre as Callis, to my Vnkles head. | As far as Calais to mine uncle's head?’ | R2 IV.i.13 |
| Amongst much other talke, that very time, | Amongst much other talk that very time | R2 IV.i.14 |
| I heard you say, that you had rather refuse | I heard you say that you had rather refuse | R2 IV.i.15 |
| The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes, | The offer of an hundred thousand crowns | R2 IV.i.16 |
| Then Bullingbrookes returne to England; | Than Bolingbroke's return to England, | R2 IV.i.17 |
| adding withall, / How blest this Land would be, | Adding withal how blest this land would be | R2 IV.i.18 |
| in this your Cosins death. | In this your cousin's death. | R2 IV.i.19.1 |