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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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Winter's Tale
[I, 2] |
Hermione |
162 |
What! have I twice said well? when was't before?
I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's
As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages: you may ride's
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
With spur we beat an acre. But to the goal:
My last good deed was to entreat his stay:
What was my first? it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace!
But once before I spoke to the purpose: when?
Nay, let me have't; I long.
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2 |
Winter's Tale
[II, 1] |
Mamillius |
603 |
You'll kiss me hard and speak to me as if
I were a baby still. I love you better.
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3 |
Winter's Tale
[IV, 4] |
Old Shepherd |
2057 |
They call him Doricles; and boasts himself
To have a worthy feeding: but I have it
Upon his own report and I believe it;
He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter:
I think so too; for never gazed the moon
Upon the water as he'll stand and read
As 'twere my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain.
I think there is not half a kiss to choose
Who loves another best.
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4 |
Winter's Tale
[V, 1] |
Lord |
3060 |
Camillo, sir; I spake with him; who now
Has these poor men in question. Never saw I
Wretches so quake: they kneel, they kiss the earth;
Forswear themselves as often as they speak:
Bohemia stops his ears, and threatens them
With divers deaths in death.
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5 |
Winter's Tale
[V, 1] |
Florizel |
3070 |
We are not, sir, nor are we like to be;
The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first:
The odds for high and low's alike.
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6 |
Winter's Tale
[V, 3] |
Perdita |
3337 |
And give me leave,
And do not say 'tis superstition, that
I kneel and then implore her blessing. Lady,
Dear queen, that ended when I but began,
Give me that hand of yours to kiss.
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7 |
Winter's Tale
[V, 3] |
Leontes |
3378 |
Do, Paulina;
For this affliction has a taste as sweet
As any cordial comfort. Still, methinks,
There is an air comes from her: what fine chisel
Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
For I will kiss her.
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8 |
Winter's Tale
[V, 3] |
Paulina |
3384 |
Good my lord, forbear:
The ruddiness upon her lip is wet;
You'll mar it if you kiss it, stain your own
With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain?
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