# 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

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 2]

Sir Nathaniel

1183

A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon.

2

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 2]

Holofernes

1184

The moon was a month old when Adam was no more,
And raught not to five weeks when he came to
five-score.
The allusion holds in the exchange.

3

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 2]

Dull

1191

And I say, the pollusion holds in the exchange; for
the moon is never but a month old: and I say beside
that, 'twas a pricket that the princess killed.

4

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Ferdinand

1345

[Reads]
So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,
As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows:
Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright
Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light;
Thou shinest in every tear that I do weep:
No drop but as a coach doth carry thee;
So ridest thou triumphing in my woe.
Do but behold the tears that swell in me,
And they thy glory through my grief will show:
But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep
My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
O queen of queens! how far dost thou excel,
No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.
How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper:
Sweet leaves, shade folly. Who is he comes here?
[Steps aside]
What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear.

5

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Ferdinand

1573

What zeal, what fury hath inspired thee now?
My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon;
She an attending star, scarce seen a light.

6

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Rosaline

2095

My face is but a moon, and clouded too.

7

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Ferdinand

2096

Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do!
Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine,
Those clouds removed, upon our watery eyne.

8

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Rosaline

2103

Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon.
[Music plays]
Not yet! no dance! Thus change I like the moon.

9

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Rosaline

2107

You took the moon at full, but now she's changed.

10

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Ferdinand

2108

Yet still she is the moon, and I the man.
The music plays; vouchsafe some motion to it.