# 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

Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2]

Moth

417

[Aside] To be whipped; and yet a better love than
my master.

2

Love's Labour's Lost
[II, 1]

Princess of France

725

Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree:
This civil war of wits were much better used
On Navarre and his book-men; for here 'tis abused.

3

Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1]

Costard

933

Gardon, O sweet gardon! better than remuneration,
a'leven-pence farthing better: most sweet gardon! I
will do it sir, in print. Gardon! Remuneration!

4

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 1]

Princess of France

1069

What plume of feathers is he that indited this letter?
What vane? what weathercock? did you ever hear better?

5

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Biron

1728

Allons! allons! Sow'd cockle reap'd no corn;
And justice always whirls in equal measure:
Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn;
If so, our copper buys no better treasure.

6

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Boyet

1973

Under the cool shade of a sycamore
I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour;
When, lo! to interrupt my purposed rest,
Toward that shade I might behold addrest
The king and his companions: warily
I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
And overheard what you shall overhear,
That, by and by, disguised they will be here.
Their herald is a pretty knavish page,
That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage:
Action and accent did they teach him there;
'Thus must thou speak,' and 'thus thy body bear:'
And ever and anon they made a doubt
Presence majestical would put him out,
'For,' quoth the king, 'an angel shalt thou see;
Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.'
The boy replied, 'An angel is not evil;
I should have fear'd her had she been a devil.'
With that, all laugh'd and clapp'd him on the shoulder,
Making the bold wag by their praises bolder:
One rubb'd his elbow thus, and fleer'd and swore
A better speech was never spoke before;
Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Cried, 'Via! we will do't, come what will come;'
The third he caper'd, and cried, 'All goes well;'
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
With that, they all did tumble on the ground,
With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
To cheque their folly, passion's solemn tears.

7

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Rosaline

2194

Well, better wits have worn plain statute-caps.
But will you hear? the king is my love sworn.

8

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Ferdinand

2261

Construe my speeches better, if you may.

9

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Princess of France

2262

Then wish me better; I will give you leave.

10

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Rosaline

2309

There, then, that vizard; that superfluous case
That hid the worse and show'd the better face.