# 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

Coriolanus
[III, 1]

Sicinius Velutus

1794

You show too much of that
For which the people stir: if you will pass
To where you are bound, you must inquire your way,
Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit,
Or never be so noble as a consul,
Nor yoke with him for tribune.

2

Henry V
[III, 6]

Henry V

1572

We would have all such offenders so cut off: and we
give express charge, that in our marches through the
country, there be nothing compelled from the
villages, nothing taken but paid for, none of the
French upbraided or abused in disdainful language;
for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the
gentler gamester is the soonest winner.

3

Henry V
[IV, 5]

Duke of Bourbon

2461

Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame!
Let us die in honour: once more back again;
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand,
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,
His fairest daughter is contaminated.

4

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2]

Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury

1596

But yet, before we go, let's not forget
The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased,
But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen:
A braver soldier never couched lance,
A gentler heart did never sway in court;
But kings and mightiest potentates must die,
For that's the end of human misery.

5

Henry VI, Part I
[V, 4]

Joan la Pucelle

2677

Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
I am descended of a gentler blood:
Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.

6

Julius Caesar
[I, 2]

Casca

321

Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every
time gentler than other, and at every putting-by
mine honest neighbours shouted.

7

Othello
[IV, 3]

Emilia

3030

How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did.

8

Romeo and Juliet
[III, 3]

Friar Laurence

1881

A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
Not body's death, but body's banishment.

9

Taming of the Shrew
[I, 1]

Hortensio

355

Mates, maid! How mean you that? No mates for you,
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

10

Winter's Tale
[IV, 4]

Polixenes

1963

Say there be;
Yet nature is made better by no mean
But nature makes that mean: so, over that art
Which you say adds to nature, is an art
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler scion to the wildest stock,
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By bud of nobler race: this is an art
Which does mend nature, change it rather, but
The art itself is nature.