# 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]

Claudio

236

Thus stands it with me: upon a true contract
I got possession of Julietta's bed:
You know the lady; she is fast my wife,
Save that we do the denunciation lack
Of outward order: this we came not to,
Only for propagation of a dower
Remaining in the coffer of her friends,
From whom we thought it meet to hide our love
Till time had made them for us. But it chances
The stealth of our most mutual entertainment
With character too gross is writ on Juliet.

2

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Elbow

522

My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven and your honour,—

3

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Escalus

523

How? thy wife?

4

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Elbow

530

Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had been a woman
cardinally given, might have been accused in
fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliness there.

5

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Escalus

567

Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. What
was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause to
complain of? Come me to what was done to her.

6

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Escalus

588

I think no less. Good morrow to your lordship.
[Exit ANGELO]
Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's wife, once more?

7

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Elbow

592

I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife.

8

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Pompey

603

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst
thing about him. Good, then; if his face be the
worst thing about him, how could Master Froth do the
constable's wife any harm? I would know that of
your honour.

9

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Pompey

612

By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respected
person than any of us all.

10

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Vincentio

2584

Why, you are nothing then: neither maid, widow, nor wife?

11

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Lucio

2585

My lord, she may be a punk; for many of them are
neither maid, widow, nor wife.

12

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Mariana

2633

Noble prince,
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath,
As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue,
I am affianced this man's wife as strongly
As words could make up vows: and, my good lord,
But Tuesday night last gone in's garden-house
He knew me as a wife. As this is true,
Let me in safety raise me from my knees
Or else for ever be confixed here,
A marble monument!

13

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Vincentio

2935

[To ISABELLA] If he be like your brother, for his sake
Is he pardon'd; and, for your lovely sake,
Give me your hand and say you will be mine.
He is my brother too: but fitter time for that.
By this Lord Angelo perceives he's safe;
Methinks I see a quickening in his eye.
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:
Look that you love your wife; her worth worth yours.
I find an apt remission in myself;
And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon.
[To LUCIO]
You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward,
One all of luxury, an ass, a madman;
Wherein have I so deserved of you,
That you extol me thus?