| Original text | Modern text | Key line | 
			| I, my good Lord. | Ay, my good lord. | WT I.ii.120.2 | 
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			| Yes, if you will (my Lord.) | Yes, if you will, my lord. | WT I.ii.127.2 | 
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			| No (my Lord) Ile fight. | No, my lord, I'll fight. | WT I.ii.162 | 
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			| I am like you say. | I am like you, they say. | WT I.ii.208.1 | 
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			| No, Ile none of you. | No, I'll none of you. | WT II.i.3.2 | 
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			| You'le kisse me hard, and speake to me, as if | You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if | WT II.i.5 | 
			| I were a Baby still. I loue you better. | I were a baby still. – I love you better. | WT II.i.6 | 
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			| Not for because | Not for because | WT II.i.7.2 | 
			| Your Browes are blacker (yet black-browes they say | Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say, | WT II.i.8 | 
			| Become some Women best, so that there be not | Become some women best, so that there be not | WT II.i.9 | 
			| Too much haire there, but in a Cemicircle, | Too much hair there, but in a semicircle, | WT II.i.10 | 
			| Or a halfe-Moone, made with a Pen.) | Or a half-moon, made with a pen. | WT II.i11.1 | 
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			| I learn'd it out of Womens faces: pray now, | I learned it out of women's faces. Pray now, | WT II.i.12 | 
			| What colour are your eye-browes? | What colour are your eyebrows? | WT II.i.13.1 | 
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			| Nay, that's a mock: I haue seene a Ladies Nose | Nay, that's a mock. I have seen a lady's nose | WT II.i.14 | 
			| That ha's beene blew, but not her eye-browes. | That has been blue, but not her eyebrows. | WT II.i.15.1 | 
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			| Merry, or sad, shal't be? | Merry or sad shall't be? | WT II.i.23.2 | 
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			| A sad Tale's best for Winter: / I haue one | A sad tale's best for winter. I have one | WT II.i.25 | 
			| of Sprights, and Goblins. | Of sprites and goblins. | WT II.i.26.1 | 
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			| There was a man. | There was a man – | WT II.i.29.1 | 
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			| Dwelt by a Church-yard: I will tell it softly, | Dwelt by a churchyard – I will tell it softly: | WT II.i.30 | 
			| Yond Crickets shall not heare it. | Yond crickets shall not hear it. | WT II.i.31.1 |