# 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."

Line Shows where the line falls within the work.

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

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

Moth

339

[Aside] He speaks the mere contrary; crosses love not him.

2

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

Moth

417

[Aside] To be whipped; and yet a better love than
my master.

3

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 1]

Princess of France

1025

O, thy letter, thy letter! he's a good friend of mine:
Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve;
Break up this capon.

4

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

Dull

1211

[Aside] If a talent be a claw, look how he claws
him with a talent.

5

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

(stage directions)

1339

[Stands aside]

6

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Biron

1342

[Aside] Shot, by heaven! Proceed, sweet Cupid:
thou hast thumped him with thy bird-bolt under the
left pap. In faith, secrets!

7

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Ferdinand

1345

[Reads]
So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,
As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows:
Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright
Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light;
Thou shinest in every tear that I do weep:
No drop but as a coach doth carry thee;
So ridest thou triumphing in my woe.
Do but behold the tears that swell in me,
And they thy glory through my grief will show:
But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep
My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
O queen of queens! how far dost thou excel,
No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.
How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper:
Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here?
[Steps aside]
What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear.

8

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

(stage directions)

1401

[Steps aside]

9

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Costard

1556

Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay.

10

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 1]

Moth

1772

[Aside to COSTARD] They have been at a great feast
of languages, and stolen the scraps.

11

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

Biron

2052

[Aside to MOTH] Their eyes, villain, their eyes!

12

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

Biron

2057

[Aside to MOTH] Once to behold, rogue.

13

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

Boyet

2609

[Aside to DUMAIN] Loves her by the foot,—

14

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

Dumain

2610

[Aside to BOYET] He may not by the yard.