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Result number
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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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restart for each scene.
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Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1] |
Rosaline |
679 |
My physic says 'ay.'
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2 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 1] |
Boyet |
1116 |
A mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady!
Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be.
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3 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 2] |
Holofernes |
1240 |
Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne sub umbra
Ruminat,—and so forth. Ah, good old Mantuan! I
may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice;
Venetia, Venetia,
Chi non ti vede non ti pretia.
Old Mantuan, old Mantuan! who understandeth thee
not, loves thee not. Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa.
Under pardon, sir, what are the contents? or rather,
as Horace says in his—What, my soul, verses?
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4 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3] |
Ferdinand |
1459 |
[Advancing] Come, sir, you blush; as his your case is such;
You chide at him, offending twice as much;
You do not love Maria; Longaville
Did never sonnet for her sake compile,
Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart
His loving bosom to keep down his heart.
I have been closely shrouded in this bush
And mark'd you both and for you both did blush:
I heard your guilty rhymes, observed your fashion,
Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion:
Ay me! says one; O Jove! the other cries;
One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other's eyes:
[To LONGAVILLE]
You would for paradise break faith, and troth;
[To DUMAIN]
And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
What will Biron say when that he shall hear
Faith so infringed, which such zeal did swear?
How will he scorn! how will he spend his wit!
How will he triumph, leap and laugh at it!
For all the wealth that ever I did see,
I would not have him know so much by me.
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5 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2] |
Boyet |
2074 |
She says, you have it, and you may be gone.
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6 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2] |
Boyet |
2506 |
Your nose says, no, you are not for it stands too right.
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7 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2] |
Longaville |
2775 |
What says Maria?
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