# Result number

Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Comedy of Errors
[II, 1]

Luciana

283

Because their business still lies out o' door.

2

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Antipholus of Ephesus

640

Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing guest:
But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;
Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
But, soft! my door is lock'd. Go bid them let us in.

3

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Syracuse

645

[Within] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb,
idiot, patch!
Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch.
Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st
for such store,
When one is one too many? Go, get thee from the door.

4

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Antipholus of Ephesus

655

Who talks within there? ho, open the door!

5

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

686

Master, knock the door hard.

6

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Antipholus of Ephesus

688

You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.

7

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Adriana

690

[Within] Who is that at the door that keeps all
this noise?

8

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Adriana

695

[Within] Your wife, sir knave! go get you from the door.

9

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

700

They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.

10

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4]

Dromio of Ephesus

1277

I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long
ears. I have served him from the hour of my
nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his
hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he
heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me
with beating; I am waked with it when I sleep;
raised with it when I sit; driven out of doors with
it when I go from home; welcomed home with it when
I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a
beggar wont her brat; and, I think when he hath
lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door.