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This is the very false gallop of verses.

— As You Like It, Act III 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	Tempest [I, 2]	Prospero	577	No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows And strays about to find 'em.
2	Tempest [I, 2]	Miranda	583	I might call him A thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.
3	Tempest [II, 2]	Stephano	1185	Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.
4	Tempest [III, 1]	Miranda	1336	I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen More that I may call men than you, good friend, And my dear father: how features are abroad, I am skilless of; but, by my modesty, The jewel in my dower, I would not wish Any companion in the world but you, Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle Something too wildly and my father's precepts I therein do forget.
5	Tempest [IV, 1]	Prospero	1753	Dearly my delicate Ariel. Do not approach Till thou dost hear me call.
6	Tempest [V, 1]	Prospero	2168	No. For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know, Thou must restore.
7	Tempest [V, 1]	Prospero	2188	As great to me as late; and, supportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you, for I Have lost my daughter.
8	Tempest [V, 1]	Miranda	2221	Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it, fair play.

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