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Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.

      — King Henry V, Act II Scene 4

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1

All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3]

Second Lord

2094

I have delivered it an hour since: there is
something in't that stings his nature; for on the
reading it he changed almost into another man.

2

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Luciana

541

Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you!
When were you wont to use my sister thus?
She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.

3

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Luciana

589

If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an ass.

4

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

664

O villain! thou hast stolen both mine office and my name.
The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
If thou hadst been Dromio to-day in my place,
Thou wouldst have changed thy face for a name or thy
name for an ass.

5

Comedy of Errors
[V, 1]

Aegeon

1736

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours with time's deformed hand
Have written strange defeatures in my face:
But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?

6

Coriolanus
[V, 3]

Virgilia

3534

The sorrow that delivers us thus changed
Makes you think so.

7

Hamlet
[II, 2]

Gertrude

1119

Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz.
And I beseech you instantly to visit
My too much changed son.- Go, some of you,
And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.

8

Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 1]

Duke of Gloucester

1811

What means his grace, that he hath changed his style?
No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'
Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
Or doth this churlish superscription
Pretend some alteration in good will?
What's here?
[Reads]
'I have, upon especial cause,
Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,
Together with the pitiful complaints
Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
Forsaken your pernicious faction
And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'
O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
That in alliance, amity and oaths,
There should be found such false dissembling guile?

9

Henry VI, Part I
[V, 3]

Joan la Pucelle

2492

Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be.

10

King John
[III, 1]

Constance

958

If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim,
Ugly and slanderous to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks,
I would not care, I then would be content,
For then I should not love thee, no, nor thou
Become thy great birth nor deserve a crown.
But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,
Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great:
Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast,
And with the half-blown rose. But Fortune, O,
She is corrupted, changed and won from thee;
She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John,
And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France
To tread down fair respect of sovereignty,
And made his majesty the bawd to theirs.
France is a bawd to Fortune and King John,
That strumpet Fortune, that usurping John!
Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn?
Envenom him with words, or get thee gone
And leave those woes alone which I alone
Am bound to under-bear.

11

King Lear
[IV, 2]

Duke of Albany

2409

Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame!
Bemonster not thy feature! Were't my fitness
To let these hands obey my blood,
They are apt enough to dislocate and tear
Thy flesh and bones. Howe'er thou art a fiend,
A woman's shape doth shield thee.

12

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Rosaline

2107

You took the moon at full, but now she's changed.

13

Merchant of Venice
[I, 1]

Gratiano

78

You look not well, Signior Antonio;
You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it that do buy it with much care:
Believe me, you are marvellously changed.

14

Merchant of Venice
[II, 2]

Old Gobbo

664

Lord, how art thou changed! How dost thou and thy
master agree? I have brought him a present. How
'gree you now?

15

Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 1]

Helena

604

The wildest hath not such a heart as you.
Run when you will, the story shall be changed:
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind
Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed,
When cowardice pursues and valour flies.

16

Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 1]

Snout

932

O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee?

17

Othello
[I, 3]

Roderigo

738

I am changed: I'll go sell all my land.

18

Othello
[IV, 1]

Iago

2717

He is much changed.

19

Passionate Pilgrim

Shakespeare

200

For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty,
And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night:
The night so pack'd, I post unto my pretty;
Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished sight;
Sorrow changed to solace, solace mix'd with sorrow;
For why, she sigh'd and bade me come tomorrow.

20

Pericles
[IV, 1]

Dionyza

1569

How now, Marina! why do you keep alone?
How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have
A nurse of me. Lord, how your favour's changed
With this unprofitable woe!
Come, give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it.
Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there,
And it pierces and sharpens the stomach. Come,
Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.

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