# 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.

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1

Hamlet
[I, 1]

Francisco

17

I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who is there?

2

Hamlet
[I, 5]

Marcellus

856

Illo, ho, ho, my lord!

3

Hamlet
[I, 5]

Hamlet

857

Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come.

4

Hamlet
[III, 2]

Hamlet

1929

What, ho, Horatio!

5

Hamlet
[III, 2]

Polonius

1991

[to the King] O, ho! do you mark that?

6

Hamlet
[III, 4]

Gertrude

2407

What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murther me?
Help, help, ho!

7

Hamlet
[III, 4]

Polonius

2409

[behind] What, ho! help, help, help!

8

Hamlet
[IV, 1]

Claudius

2655

O Gertrude, come away!
The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch
But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed
We must with all our majesty and skill
Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern!
[Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
Friends both, go join you with some further aid.
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him.
Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chapel. I pray you haste in this.
[Exeunt [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern].]
Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends
And let them know both what we mean to do
And what's untimely done. [So haply slander-]
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports his poisoned shot- may miss our name
And hit the woundless air.- O, come away!
My soul is full of discord and dismay.

9

Hamlet
[IV, 3]

Rosencrantz

2726

Ho, Guildenstern! Bring in my lord.

10

Hamlet
[IV, 5]

Ophelia

2888

Say you? Nay, pray You mark.
(Sings) He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.
O, ho!

11

Hamlet
[V, 2]

Osric

3959

Look to the Queen there, ho!

12

Hamlet
[V, 2]

Hamlet

3967

O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd.
Treachery! Seek it out.