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So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition.

— A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act III Scene 2

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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	Henry VIII [I, 3]	(stage directions)	569	[Enter Chamberlain and SANDS]
2	Henry VIII [I, 3]	Lord Chamberlain	626	Well said, Lord Sands; Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.
3	Henry VIII [I, 4]	Sir Henry Guildford	659	Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes ye all; this night he dedicates To fair content and you: none here, he hopes, In all this noble bevy, has brought with her One care abroad; he would have all as merry As, first, good company, good wine, good welcome, Can make good people. O, my lord, you're tardy: [Enter Chamberlain, SANDS, and LOVELL] The very thought of this fair company Clapp'd wings to me.
4	Henry VIII [I, 4]	Lord Chamberlain	681	Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry, Place you that side; I'll take the charge of this: His grace is entering. Nay, you must not freeze; Two women placed together makes cold weather: My Lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking; Pray, sit between these ladies.
5	Henry VIII [I, 4]	Cardinal Wolsey	711	My Lord Sands, I am beholding to you: cheer your neighbours. Ladies, you are not merry: gentlemen, Whose fault is this?
6	Henry VIII [I, 4]	Anne Bullen	718	You are a merry gamester, My Lord Sands.
7	Henry VIII [II, 1]	First Gentleman	882	Stay there, sir, And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of. [Enter BUCKINGHAM from his arraignment; tip-staves] before him; the axe with the edge towards him; halberds on each side: accompanied with LOVELL, VAUX, SANDS, and common people]

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