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When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

— Sonnet XCVIII

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# Result number	Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.	Character Indicates who said the line. If it's a play or sonnet, the character name is "Poet."	Line Shows where the line falls within the work. The numbering is not keyed to any copyrighted numbering system found in a volume of collected works (Arden, Oxford, etc.) The numbering starts at the beginning of the work, and does not restart for each scene.	Text The line's full text, with keywords highlighted within it, unless highlighting has been disabled by the user.
1	Antony and Cleopatra [I, 3]	Cleopatra	314	Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall: It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature Will not sustain it.
2	Antony and Cleopatra [II, 2]	Antony	767	So much uncurbable, her garboils, Caesar Made out of her impatience, which not wanted Shrewdness of policy too, I grieving grant Did you too much disquiet: for that you must But say, I could not help it.
3	Antony and Cleopatra [IV, 4]	Cleopatra	2626	Nay, I'll help too. What's this for?
4	Antony and Cleopatra [IV, 4]	Cleopatra	2630	Sooth, la, I'll help: thus it must be.
5	Antony and Cleopatra [IV, 13]	Cleopatra	2962	Help me, my women! O, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly Was never so emboss'd.
6	Antony and Cleopatra [IV, 15]	Cleopatra	3176	O sun, Burn the great sphere thou movest in! darkling stand The varying shore o' the world. O Antony, Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian, help, Iras, help; Help, friends below; let's draw him hither.
7	Antony and Cleopatra [IV, 15]	Cleopatra	3191	I dare not, dear,— Dear my lord, pardon,—I dare not, Lest I be taken: not the imperious show Of the full-fortuned Caesar ever shall Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe: Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour Demuring upon me. But come, come, Antony,— Help me, my women,—we must draw thee up: Assist, good friends.

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