# 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

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

(stage directions)

186

[Enter DULL with a letter, and COSTARD]

2

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

Dull

193

Signior Arme—Arme—commends you. There's villany
abroad: this letter will tell you more.

3

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

Ferdinand

196

A letter from the magnificent Armado.

4

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

Ferdinand

217

Will you hear this letter with attention?

5

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

Don Adriano de Armado

768

Sweet air! Go, tenderness of years; take this key,
give enlargement to the swain, bring him festinately
hither: I must employ him in a letter to my love.

6

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

Don Adriano de Armado

809

Fetch hither the swain: he must carry me a letter.

7

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

Don Adriano de Armado

888

I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and,
in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this:
bear this significant
[Giving a letter]
to the country maid Jaquenetta:
there is remuneration; for the best ward of mine
honour is rewarding my dependents. Moth, follow.

8

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

Costard

1024

I have a letter from Monsieur Biron to one Lady Rosaline.

9

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.

10

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

Boyet

1028

I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;
It is writ to Jaquenetta.

11

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

Princess of France

1069

What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter?
What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear better?

12

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

Princess of France

1076

Thou fellow, a word:
Who gave thee this letter?

13

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

Princess of France

1084

Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come, lords, away.
[To ROSALINE]
Here, sweet, put up this: 'twill be thine another day.

14

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

Holofernes

1199

I will something affect the letter, for it argues facility.
The preyful princess pierced and prick'd a pretty
pleasing pricket;
Some say a sore; but not a sore, till now made
sore with shooting.
The dogs did yell: put L to sore, then sorel jumps
from thicket;
Or pricket sore, or else sorel; the people fall a-hooting.
If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores
one sorel.
Of one sore I an hundred make by adding but one more L.

15

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

Jaquenetta

1237

Good master Parson, be so good as read me this
letter: it was given me by Costard, and sent me
from Don Armado: I beseech you, read it.

16

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

Holofernes

1280

I will overglance the superscript: 'To the
snow-white hand of the most beauteous Lady
Rosaline.' I will look again on the intellect of
the letter, for the nomination of the party writing
to the person written unto: 'Your ladyship's in all
desired employment, BIRON.' Sir Nathaniel, this
Biron is one of the votaries with the king; and here
he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger
queen's, which accidentally, or by the way of
progression, hath miscarried. Trip and go, my
sweet; deliver this paper into the royal hand of the
king: it may concern much. Stay not thy
compliment; I forgive thy duty; adieu.

17

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

Jaquenetta

1530

I beseech your grace, let this letter be read:
Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said.

18

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

(stage directions)

1538

[BIRON tears the letter]

19

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

Rosaline

1912

I would you knew:
An if my face were but as fair as yours,
My favour were as great; be witness this.
Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron:
The numbers true; and, were the numbering too,
I were the fairest goddess on the ground:
I am compared to twenty thousand fairs.
O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!

20

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

Rosaline

1924

'Ware pencils, ho! let me not die your debtor,
My red dominical, my golden letter:
O, that your face were not so full of O's!