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The weakest goes to the wall.

— Romeo and Juliet, Act I Scene 1

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# 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	Love's Labour's Lost [I, 2]	Costard	457	Nay, nothing, Master Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words; and therefore I will say nothing: I thank God I have as little patience as another man; and therefore I can be quiet.
2	Love's Labour's Lost [III, 1]	Costard	913	I thank your worship: God be wi' you!
3	Love's Labour's Lost [IV, 1]	Princess of France	982	I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot.
4	Love's Labour's Lost [IV, 2]	Sir Nathaniel	1310	And thank you too; for society, saith the text, is the happiness of life.
5	Love's Labour's Lost [V, 2]	Rosaline	1912	I would you knew: An if my face were but as fair as yours, My favour were as great; be witness this. Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron: The numbers true; and, were the numbering too, I were the fairest goddess on the ground: I am compared to twenty thousand fairs. O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!
6	Love's Labour's Lost [V, 2]	Princess of France	2383	Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; And Lord Biron, I thank him, is my dear. What, will you have me, or your pearl again?
7	Love's Labour's Lost [V, 2]	Princess of France	2670	Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords, For all your fair endeavors; and entreat, Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe In your rich wisdom to excuse or hide The liberal opposition of our spirits, If over-boldly we have borne ourselves In the converse of breath: your gentleness Was guilty of it. Farewell worthy lord! A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue: Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks For my great suit so easily obtain'd.
8	Love's Labour's Lost [V, 2]	Dumain	2768	O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?

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