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No ceremony that to great ones'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does.

— Measure for Measure, Act II Scene 2

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# Result number	Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.	Character Indicates who said the line. If it's a play or sonnet, the character name is "Poet."	Line Shows where the line falls within the work. The numbering is not keyed to any copyrighted numbering system found in a volume of collected works (Arden, Oxford, etc.) The numbering starts at the beginning of the work, and does not restart for each scene.	Text The line's full text, with keywords highlighted within it, unless highlighting has been disabled by the user.
1	Richard III [V, 3]	(stage directions)	3454	[Enter KING RICHARD III in arms, with NORFOLK, SURREY, and others]
2	Richard III [V, 3]	Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)	3456	Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field. My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?
3	Richard III [V, 3]	Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)	3526	Send out a pursuivant at arms To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power Before sunrising, lest his son George fall Into the blind cave of eternal night. [Exit CATESBY] Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch. Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow. Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy. Ratcliff!
4	Richard III [V, 3]	Sir Richard Ratcliff	3537	Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.
5	Richard III [V, 3]	Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)	3783	He said the truth: and what said Surrey then?
6	Richard III [V, 3]	Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)	3802	Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse. Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power: I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, And thus my battle shall be ordered: My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, Consisting equally of horse and foot; Our archers shall be placed in the midst John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey, Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. They thus directed, we will follow In the main battle, whose puissance on either side Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. This, and Saint George to boot! What think'st thou, Norfolk?

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