# 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

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 3]

Soothsayer

1008

To none but thee; no more, but when to thee.
If thou dost play with him at any game,
Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck,
He beats thee 'gainst the odds: thy lustre thickens,
When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit
Is all afraid to govern thee near him;
But, he away, 'tis noble.

2

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!

3

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6]

Domitius Enobarus

1341

If he do, sure, he cannot weep't back again.

4

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 10]

Scarus

2074

On our side like the token'd pestilence,
Where death is sure. Yon ribaudred nag of Egypt,—
Whom leprosy o'ertake!—i' the midst o' the fight,
When vantage like a pair of twins appear'd,
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder,
The breese upon her, like a cow in June,
Hoists sails and flies.

5

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13]

Domitius Enobarus

2323

[Aside] To be sure of that,
I will ask Antony. Sir, sir, thou art so leaky,
That we must leave thee to thy sinking, for
Thy dearest quit thee.

6

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13]

Antony

2395

I found you as a morsel cold upon
Dead Caesar's trencher; nay, you were a fragment
Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours,
Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have
Luxuriously pick'd out: for, I am sure,
Though you can guess what temperance should be,
You know not what it is.

7

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2]

Iras

3667

I'll never see 't; for, I am sure, my nails
Are stronger than mine eyes.

8

Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2]

Dolabella

3810

O sir, you are too sure an augurer;
That you did fear is done.