# 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

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 2]

Falstaff

575

If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man can
more separate age and covetousness than 'a can part young
and lechery; but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches
other; and so both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy!

2

Macbeth
[II, 3]

Porter

788

Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and
urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;
it provokes the desire, but it takes
away the performance: therefore, much drink
may be said to be an equivocator with lechery:
it makes him, and it mars him; it sets
him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him,
and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and
not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him
in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

3

Measure for Measure
[I, 2]

Lucio

230

Lechery?

4

Measure for Measure
[I, 2]

Lucio

234

A hundred, if they'll do you any good.
Is lechery so look'd after?

5

Measure for Measure
[III, 2]

Lucio

1608

A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in
him: something too crabbed that way, friar.

6

Merry Wives of Windsor
[V, 3]

Mistress Page

2549

Against such lewdsters and their lechery
Those that betray them do no treachery.

7

Much Ado about Nothing
[III, 3]

Second Watchman

1476

Call up the right master constable. We have here
recovered the most dangerous piece of lechery that
ever was known in the commonwealth.

8

Othello
[II, 1]

Iago

1057

Lechery, by this hand; an index and obscure prologue
to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They met
so near with their lips that their breaths embraced
together. Villanous thoughts, Roderigo! when these
mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand comes
the master and main exercise, the incorporate
conclusion, Pish! But, sir, be you ruled by me: I
have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night;
for the command, I'll lay't upon you. Cassio knows
you not. I'll not be far from you: do you find
some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking
too loud, or tainting his discipline; or from what
other course you please, which the time shall more
favourably minister.

9

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 3]

Thersites

1284

Here is such patchery, such juggling and such
knavery! all the argument is a cuckold and a
whore; a good quarrel to draw emulous factions
and bleed to death upon. Now, the dry serpigo on
the subject! and war and lechery confound all!

10

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 1]

Thersites

3033

That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most
unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers
than I will a serpent when he hisses: he will spend
his mouth, and promise, like Brabbler the hound:
but when he performs, astronomers foretell it; it
is prodigious, there will come some change; the sun
borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his
word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than
not to dog him: they say he keeps a Trojan
drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: I'll
after. Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets!

11

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2]

Thersites

3114

How the devil Luxury, with his fat rump and
potato-finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!

12

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2]

Thersites

3267

Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would
croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode.
Patroclus will give me any thing for the
intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not
do more for an almond than he for a commodious drab.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing
else holds fashion: a burning devil take them!

13

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 4]

Thersites

3445

God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a
plague break thy neck for frightening me! What's
become of the wenching rogues? I think they have
swallowed one another: I would laugh at that
miracle: yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself.
I'll seek them.

14

Twelfth Night
[I, 5]

Sir Toby Belch

416

Lechery! I defy lechery. There's one at the gate.