# Result number

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

Character Indicates who said the line. If it's a play or sonnet, the character name is "Poet."

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The numbering is not keyed to any copyrighted numbering system found in a volume of collected works (Arden, Oxford, etc.) The numbering starts at the beginning of the work, and does not restart for each scene.

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1

Cymbeline
[I, 1]

Queen

84

No, be assured you shall not find me, daughter,
After the slander of most stepmothers,
Evil-eyed unto you: you're my prisoner, but
Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys
That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,
So soon as I can win the offended king,
I will be known your advocate: marry, yet
The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good
You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience
Your wisdom may inform you.

2

Cymbeline
[I, 4]

Posthumus Leonatus

429

You are a great deal abused in too bold a
persuasion; and I doubt not you sustain what you're
worthy of by your attempt.

3

Cymbeline
[I, 6]

Imogen

618

Thanks, good sir:
You're kindly welcome.

4

Cymbeline
[I, 6]

Imogen

846

I will write.
Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept,
And truly yielded you. You're very welcome.

5

Cymbeline
[III, 2]

Pisanio

1593

Madam, you're best consider.

6

Cymbeline
[III, 4]

Pisanio

1912

First, make yourself but like one.
Fore-thinking this, I have already fit—
'Tis in my cloak-bag—doublet, hat, hose, all
That answer to them: would you in their serving,
And with what imitation you can borrow
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
Present yourself, desire his service, tell him
wherein you're happy,—which you'll make him know,
If that his head have ear in music,—doubtless
With joy he will embrace you, for he's honourable
And doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad,
You have me, rich; and I will never fail
Beginning nor supplyment.

7

Cymbeline
[III, 6]

Imogen

2209

I see you're angry:
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died had I not made it.

8

Cymbeline
[IV, 3]

First Lord

2859

Good my liege,
Your preparation can affront no less
Than what you hear of: come more, for more
you're ready:
The want is but to put those powers in motion
That long to move.

9

Cymbeline
[V, 3]

Lord

3092

Farewell; you're angry.