# 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

Measure for Measure
[I, 2]

Mistress Overdone

152

Well, well; there's one yonder arrested and carried
to prison was worth five thousand of you all.

2

Measure for Measure
[I, 2]

First Gentleman

156

Claudio to prison? 'tis not so.

3

Measure for Measure
[I, 2]

Pompey

177

Yonder man is carried to prison.

4

Measure for Measure
[I, 2]

Pompey

202

Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost to
prison; and there's Madam Juliet.

5

Measure for Measure
[I, 2]

Claudio

206

Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
Bear me to prison, where I am committed.

6

Measure for Measure
[I, 4]

Lucio

375

Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you:
Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.

7

Measure for Measure
[II, 3]

Vincentio

967

Bound by my charity and my blest order,
I come to visit the afflicted spirits
Here in the prison. Do me the common right
To let me see them and to make me know
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
To them accordingly.

8

Measure for Measure
[III, 2]

Vincentio

1541

Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs for sin,
Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer:
Correction and instruction must both work
Ere this rude beast will profit.

9

Measure for Measure
[III, 2]

Lucio

1570

Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it must be
so: ever your fresh whore and your powdered bawd:
an unshunned consequence; it must be so. Art going
to prison, Pompey?

10

Measure for Measure
[III, 2]

Lucio

1578

Well, then, imprison him: if imprisonment be the
due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: bawd is he
doubtless, and of antiquity too; bawd-born.
Farewell, good Pompey. Commend me to the prison,
Pompey: you will turn good husband now, Pompey; you
will keep the house.

11

Measure for Measure
[III, 2]

Escalus

1699

Go; away with her to prison!

12

Measure for Measure
[III, 2]

Escalus

1712

That fellow is a fellow of much licence: let him be
called before us. Away with her to prison! Go to;
no more words.
[Exeunt Officers with MISTRESS OVERDONE]
Provost, my brother Angelo will not be altered;
Claudio must die to-morrow: let him be furnished
with divines, and have all charitable preparation.
if my brother wrought by my pity, it should not be
so with him.

13

Measure for Measure
[IV, 2]

Provost

1890

Come, sir, leave me your snatches, and yield me a
direct answer. To-morrow morning are to die Claudio
and Barnardine. Here is in our prison a common
executioner, who in his office lacks a helper: if
you will take it on you to assist him, it shall
redeem you from your gyves; if not, you shall have
your full time of imprisonment and your deliverance
with an unpitied whipping, for you have been a
notorious bawd.

14

Measure for Measure
[IV, 2]

Vincentio

2046

Hath he born himself penitently in prison? how
seems he to be touched?

15

Measure for Measure
[IV, 2]

Provost

2053

He will hear none: he hath evermore had the liberty
of the prison; give him leave to escape hence, he
would not: drunk many times a day, if not many days
entirely drunk. We have very oft awaked him, as if
to carry him to execution, and showed him a seeming
warrant for it: it hath not moved him at all.

16

Measure for Measure
[IV, 3]

Provost

2188

Here in the prison, father,
There died this morning of a cruel fever
One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate,
A man of Claudio's years; his beard and head
Just of his colour. What if we do omit
This reprobate till he were well inclined;
And satisfy the deputy with the visage
Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?

17

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Vincentio

2524

I know you'ld fain be gone. An officer!
To prison with her! Shall we thus permit
A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall
On him so near us? This needs must be a practise.
Who knew of Your intent and coming hither?

18

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Lucio

2538

But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar,
I saw them at the prison: a saucy friar,
A very scurvy fellow.

19

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Escalus

2740

Slander to the state! Away with him to prison!

20

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Vincentio

2745

I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I
met you at the prison, in the absence of the duke.