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My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep-contemplative;
And I did laugh sans intermission
An hour by his dial.

— As You Like It, Act II Scene 7

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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	Comedy of Errors [II, 1]	Luciana	314	Well, I will marry one day, but to try. Here comes your man; now is your husband nigh.
2	Comedy of Errors [II, 2]	Dromio of Syracuse	446	Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing.
3	Comedy of Errors [II, 2]	Dromio of Syracuse	461	Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of father Time himself.
4	Comedy of Errors [II, 2]	Dromio of Syracuse	490	Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time to recover hair lost by nature.
5	Comedy of Errors [III, 1]	Dromio of Ephesus	627	Marry, so it doth appear By the wrongs I suffer and the blows I bear. I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass, You would keep from my heels and beware of an ass.
6	Comedy of Errors [III, 2]	Dromio of Syracuse	844	Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.
7	Comedy of Errors [III, 2]	Dromio of Syracuse	847	Marry sir, such claim as you would lay to your horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, I being a beast, she would have me; but that she, being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.
8	Comedy of Errors [III, 2]	Dromio of Syracuse	857	Marry, sir, she's the kitchen wench and all grease; and I know not what use to put her to but to make a lamp of her and run from her by her own light. I warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
9	Comedy of Errors [III, 2]	Dromio of Syracuse	878	Marry, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.
10	Comedy of Errors [IV, 3]	Dromio of Syracuse	1212	Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.

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