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Result number
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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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collected works (Arden, Oxford, etc.) The numbering starts at the beginning of the work, and does not
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Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
99 |
Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile,
Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus—
For, look you, I may make the belly smile
As well as speak—it tauntingly replied
To the discontented members, the mutinous parts
That envied his receipt; even so most fitly
As you malign our senators for that
They are not such as you.
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2 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 2] |
Volumnia |
2635 |
'I would he had'! 'Twas you incensed the rabble:
Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth
As I can of those mysteries which heaven
Will not have earth to know.
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3 |
King Lear
[I, 1] |
Lear |
211 |
Right noble Burgundy,
When she was dear to us, we did hold her so;
But now her price is fall'n. Sir, there she stands.
If aught within that little seeming substance,
Or all of it, with our displeasure piec'd,
And nothing more, may fitly like your Grace,
She's there, and she is yours.
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4 |
King Lear
[I, 2] |
Edmund |
485 |
That's my fear. I pray you have a continent forbearance till
the speed of his rage goes slower; and, as I say, retire with me
to my lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to hear my
lord speak. Pray ye, go! There's my key. If you do stir abroad,
go arm'd.
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5 |
Pericles
[II, 1] |
First Fisherman |
608 |
Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the
little ones: I can compare our rich misers to
nothing so fitly as to a whale; a' plays and
tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at
last devours them all at a mouthful: such whales
have I heard on o' the land, who never leave gaping
till they've swallowed the whole parish, church,
steeple, bells, and all.
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6 |
Timon of Athens
[III, 4] |
Timon |
1295 |
So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius:
All, sirrah, all:
I'll once more feast the rascals.
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