# 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

Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1]

Helena

189

Call you me fair? that fair again unsay.
Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!
Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
Sickness is catching: O, were favour so,
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;
My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
The rest I'd give to be to you translated.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.

2

Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 1]

Titania

433

Then I must be thy lady: but I know
When thou hast stolen away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest Steppe of India?
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded, and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity.

3

Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 2]

Lysander

762

[Awaking] And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.
Transparent Helena! Nature shows art,
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
Is that vile name to perish on my sword!

4

Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 1]

Snout

932

O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee?

5

Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 1]

Quince

937

Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art
translated.

6

Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 1]

Titania

969

Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.

7

Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2]

Hermia

1217

Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompense.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?

8

Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2]

Lysander

1460

Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now.

9

Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2]

Puck

1461

Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou?

10

Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2]

Demetrius

1467

Lysander! speak again:
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?
Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head?

11

Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2]

Puck

1470

Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,
And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child;
I'll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled
That draws a sword on thee.

12

Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2]

Demetrius

1475

Yea, art thou there?

13

Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2]

Demetrius

1492

Abide me, if thou darest; for well I wot
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place,
And darest not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou now?

14

Midsummer Night's Dream
[V, 1]

Bottom

2013

O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black!
O night, which ever art when day is not!
O night, O night! alack, alack, alack,
I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!
And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
That stand'st between her father's ground and mine!
Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne!
[Wall holds up his fingers]
Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this!
But what see I? No Thisby do I see.
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss!
Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me!

15

Midsummer Night's Dream
[V, 1]

Flute

2038

[as Thisbe] My love thou art, my love I think.