# 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

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Pandarus

54

Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in the word
'hereafter' the kneading, the making of the cake, the
heating of the oven and the baking; nay, you must
stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.

2

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

261

Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him th' other
day into the compassed window,—and, you know, he
has not past three or four hairs on his chin,—

3

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

415

Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of the
chiefest of them too: if I cannot ward what I would
not have hit, I can watch you for telling how I took
the blow; unless it swell past hiding, and then it's
past watching.

4

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Thersites

916

Nay, look upon him.

5

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Thersites

918

Nay, but regard him well.

6

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Achilles

936

Nay, good Ajax.

7

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Achilles

938

Nay, I must hold you.

8

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 2]

Troilus

1027

You are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest;
You fur your gloves with reason. Here are
your reasons:
You know an enemy intends you harm;
You know a sword employ'd is perilous,
And reason flies the object of all harm:
Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds
A Grecian and his sword, if he do set
The very wings of reason to his heels
And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,
Or like a star disorb'd? Nay, if we talk of reason,
Let's shut our gates and sleep: manhood and honour
Should have hare-hearts, would they but fat
their thoughts
With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect
Make livers pale and lustihood deject.

9

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Helen

1552

Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you
sing, certainly.

10

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1564

Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall not,
in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no,
no. And, my lord, he desires you, that if the king
call for him at supper, you will make his excuse.

11

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Helen

1571

Nay, but, my lord,—

12

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

Pandarus

1693

Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a baby.
Here she is now: swear the oaths now to her that
you have sworn to me. What, are you gone again?
you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you?
Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward,
we'll put you i' the fills. Why do you not speak to
her? Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your
picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend
daylight! an 'twere dark, you'ld close sooner.
So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now!
a kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air
is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere
I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the
ducks i' the river: go to, go to.

13

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

Pandarus

1759

Nay, I'll give my word for her too: our kindred,
though they be long ere they are wooed, they are
constant being won: they are burs, I can tell you;
they'll stick where they are thrown.

14

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 4]

Troilus

2492

Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,
For it is parting from us:
I speak not 'be thou true,' as fearing thee,
For I will throw my glove to Death himself,
That there's no maculation in thy heart:
But 'be thou true,' say I, to fashion in
My sequent protestation; be thou true,
And I will see thee.

15

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 4]

Aeneas

2532

[Within] Nay, good my lord,—

16

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 5]

Ulysses

2660

Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue,
That give accosting welcome ere it comes,
And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
To every ticklish reader! set them down
For sluttish spoils of opportunity
And daughters of the game.

17

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 5]

Hector

2864

Nay, I have done already.

18

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2]

Diomedes

3064

Nay, but do, then;
And let your mind be coupled with your words.

19

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2]

Diomedes

3070

Nay, then,—

20

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2]

Ulysses

3091

Nay, good my lord, go off:
You flow to great distraction; come, my lord.