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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

Measure for Measure
[I, 2]

Claudio

268

I have done so, but he's not to be found.
I prithee, Lucio, do me this kind service:
This day my sister should the cloister enter
And there receive her approbation:
Acquaint her with the danger of my state:
Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends
To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him:
I have great hope in that; for in her youth
There is a prone and speechless dialect,
Such as move men; beside, she hath prosperous art
When she will play with reason and discourse,
And well she can persuade.

2

Measure for Measure
[I, 4]

Lucio

403

This is the point.
The duke is very strangely gone from hence;
Bore many gentlemen, myself being one,
In hand and hope of action: but we do learn
By those that know the very nerves of state,
His givings-out were of an infinite distance
From his true-meant design. Upon his place,
And with full line of his authority,
Governs Lord Angelo; a man whose blood
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense,
But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge
With profits of the mind, study and fast.
He—to give fear to use and liberty,
Which have for long run by the hideous law,
As mice by lions—hath pick'd out an act,
Under whose heavy sense your brother's life
Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it;
And follows close the rigour of the statute,
To make him an example. All hope is gone,
Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer
To soften Angelo: and that's my pith of business
'Twixt you and your poor brother.

3

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Pompey

578

Why, very well; I hope here be truths. He, sir,
sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir; 'twas in
the Bunch of Grapes, where indeed you have a delight
to sit, have you not?

4

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Pompey

583

Why, very well, then; I hope here be truths.

5

Measure for Measure
[III, 1]

Vincentio

1223

So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo?

6

Measure for Measure
[III, 1]

Claudio

1224

The miserable have no other medicine
But only hope:
I've hope to live, and am prepared to die.

7

Measure for Measure
[III, 2]

Pompey

1584

I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail.

8

Measure for Measure
[III, 2]

Vincentio

1672

O, you hope the duke will return no more; or you
imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. But indeed I
can do you little harm; you'll forswear this again.

9

Measure for Measure
[IV, 2]

Pompey

1939

I do desire to learn, sir: and I hope, if you have
occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find
me yare; for truly, sir, for your kindness I owe you
a good turn.

10

Measure for Measure
[IV, 2]

Provost

1954

Who can do good on him?
Well, go, prepare yourself.
[Knocking within]
But, hark, what noise?
Heaven give your spirits comfort!
[Exit CLAUDIO]
By and by.
I hope it is some pardon or reprieve
For the most gentle Claudio.
[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before]
Welcome father.

11

Measure for Measure
[IV, 2]

Vincentio

1972

There's some in hope.

12

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Mariana

2843

O my most gracious lord,
I hope you will not mock me with a husband.