# 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

Macbeth
[I, 3]

Banquo

152

Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favours nor your hate.

2

Macbeth
[II, 1]

Fleance

572

I take't, 'tis later, sir.

3

Macbeth
[II, 1]

Banquo

583

What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
Sent forth great largess to your offices.
This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
In measureless content.

4

Macbeth
[II, 1]

Banquo

607

Thanks, sir: the like to you!

5

Macbeth
[II, 3]

Porter

784

'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
second cock: and drink, sir, is a great
provoker of three things.

6

Macbeth
[II, 3]

Porter

788

Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and
urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;
it provokes the desire, but it takes
away the performance: therefore, much drink
may be said to be an equivocator with lechery:
it makes him, and it mars him; it sets
him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him,
and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and
not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him
in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

7

Macbeth
[II, 3]

Porter

799

That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I
think, being too strong for him, though he took
up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast
him.

8

Macbeth
[II, 3]

Lennox

807

Good morrow, noble sir.

9

Macbeth
[II, 4]

Ross

969

They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff.
[Enter MACDUFF]
How goes the world, sir, now?

10

Macbeth
[III, 1]

Macbeth

1018

To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,
And I'll request your presence.

11

Macbeth
[III, 4]

Lady Macbeth

1279

Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
For my heart speaks they are welcome.

12

Macbeth
[III, 4]

First Murderer

1295

Most royal sir,
Fleance is 'scaped.

13

Macbeth
[III, 4]

Ross

1327

His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
To grace us with your royal company.

14

Macbeth
[III, 4]

Lennox

1331

Here is a place reserved, sir.

15

Macbeth
[III, 4]

Lady Macbeth

1433

Did you send to him, sir?

16

Macbeth
[III, 6]

Lennox

1491

My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
Which can interpret further: only, I say,
Things have been strangely borne. The
gracious Duncan
Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead:
And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;
Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,
For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.
Who cannot want the thought how monstrous
It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain
To kill their gracious father? damned fact!
How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight
In pious rage the two delinquents tear,
That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?
Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive
To hear the men deny't. So that, I say,
He has borne all things well: and I do think
That had he Duncan's sons under his key—
As, an't please heaven, he shall not—they
should find
What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear
Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself?

17

Macbeth
[III, 6]

Lord

1534

He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,'
The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time
That clogs me with this answer.'

18

Macbeth
[IV, 1]

First Witch

1699

Ay, sir, all this is so: but why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,
And show the best of our delights:
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antic round:
That this great king may kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay.

19

Macbeth
[IV, 3]

Doctor

2001

Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls
That stay his cure: their malady convinces
The great assay of art; but at his touch—
Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand—
They presently amend.

20

Macbeth
[IV, 3]

Ross

2029

Sir, amen.