# 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."

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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.

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1

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Celia

167

Marry, I prithee, do, to make sport withal; but love no man
in good earnest, nor no further in sport neither than with safety
of a pure blush thou mayst in honour come off again.

2

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Rosalind

170

What shall be our sport, then?

3

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Le Beau

227

Fair Princess, you have lost much good sport.

4

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Celia

228

Sport! of what colour?

5

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Touchstone

254

But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have
lost?

6

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Touchstone

257

Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is the first time
that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.

7

As You Like It
[IV, 3]

Oliver

2144

By and by.
When from the first to last, betwixt us two,
Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd,
As how I came into that desert place-
In brief, he led me to the gentle Duke,
Who gave me fresh array and entertainment,
Committing me unto my brother's love;
Who led me instantly unto his cave,
There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm
The lioness had torn some flesh away,
Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted,
And cried, in fainting, upon Rosalind.
Brief, I recover'd him, bound up his wound,
And, after some small space, being strong at heart,
He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
To tell this story, that you might excuse
His broken promise, and to give this napkin,
Dy'd in his blood, unto the shepherd youth
That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.