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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

All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 3]

Clown

399

One good woman in ten, madam; which is a purifying
o' the song: would God would serve the world so all
the year! we'ld find no fault with the tithe-woman,
if I were the parson. One in ten, quoth a'! An we
might have a good woman born but one every blazing
star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery
well: a man may draw his heart out, ere a' pluck
one.

2

All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1]

Parolles

620

'Tis not his fault, the spark.

3

All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 6]

Bertram

1838

That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once
And found her wondrous cold; but I sent to her,
By this same coxcomb that we have i' the wind,
Tokens and letters which she did re-send;
And this is all I have done. She's a fair creature:
Will you go see her?

4

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5]

Messenger

1146

Nay, then I'll run.
What mean you, madam? I have made no fault.

5

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 5]

Cleopatra

1184

O, that his fault should make a knave of thee,
That art not what thou'rt sure of! Get thee hence:
The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome
Are all too dear for me: lie they upon thy hand,
And be undone by 'em!

6

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13]

Cleopatra

2246

Is Antony or we in fault for this?

7

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 9]

Domitius Enobarus

2849

O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
May hang no longer on me: throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault:
Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony,
Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver and a fugitive:
O Antony! O Antony!

8

As You Like It
[I, 3]

Rosalind

448

I do beseech your Grace,
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me.
If with myself I hold intelligence,
Or have acquaintance with mine own desires;
If that I do not dream, or be not frantic-
As I do trust I am not- then, dear uncle,
Never so much as in a thought unborn
Did I offend your Highness.

9

As You Like It
[III, 2]

Jaques (lord)

1379

The worst fault you have is to be in love.

10

As You Like It
[III, 2]

Orlando

1380

'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. I am
weary of you.

11

As You Like It
[III, 2]

Rosalind

1440

There were none principal; they were all like one another
as halfpence are; every one fault seeming monstrous till his
fellow-fault came to match it.

12

As You Like It
[IV, 1]

Rosalind

1940

Marry, to say she came to seek you there. You shall never
take her without her answer, unless you take her without her
tongue. O, that woman that cannot make her fault her husband's
occasion, let her never nurse her child herself, for she will
breed it like a fool!

13

Comedy of Errors
[I, 2]

Dromio of Ephesus

227

I pray you, air, as you sit at dinner:
I from my mistress come to you in post;
If I return, I shall be post indeed,
For she will score your fault upon my pate.
Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock,
And strike you home without a messenger.

14

Comedy of Errors
[II, 1]

Adriana

361

His company must do his minions grace,
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look.
Hath homely age the alluring beauty took
From my poor cheek? then he hath wasted it:
Are my discourses dull? barren my wit?
If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd,
Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard:
Do their gay vestments his affections bait?
That's not my fault: he's master of my state:
What ruins are in me that can be found,
By him not ruin'd? then is he the ground
Of my defeatures. My decayed fair
A sunny look of his would soon repair
But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale
And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale.

15

Comedy of Errors
[III, 2]

Luciana

817

It is a fault that springeth from your eye.

16

Comedy of Errors
[III, 2]

Antipholus of Syracuse

867

That's a fault that water will mend.

17

Comedy of Errors
[V, 1]

Solinus

1643

A grievous fault! Say, woman, didst thou so?

18

Coriolanus
[I, 1]

Junius Brutus

289

Fame, at the which he aims,
In whom already he's well graced, can not
Better be held nor more attain'd than by
A place below the first: for what miscarries
Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure
Will then cry out of CORIOLANUS 'O if he
Had borne the business!'

19

Coriolanus
[II, 1]

Junius Brutus

933

He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all.

20

Coriolanus
[II, 3]

Junius Brutus

1678

Lay
A fault on us, your tribunes; that we laboured,
No impediment between, but that you must
Cast your election on him.