# 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

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 3]

Achilles

2018

I do believe it; for they pass'd by me
As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me
Good word nor look: what, are my deeds forgot?

2

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 5]

Hector

2846

I must not believe you:
There they stand yet, and modestly I think,
The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost
A drop of Grecian blood: the end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.

3

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 5]

Hector

2881

Wert thou an oracle to tell me so,
I'd not believe thee. Henceforth guard thee well;
For I'll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there;
But, by the forge that stithied Mars his helm,
I'll kill thee every where, yea, o'er and o'er.
You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag;
His insolence draws folly from my lips;
But I'll endeavour deeds to match these words,
Or may I never—

4

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 3]

Troilus

3388

They are at it, hark! Proud Diomed, believe,
I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.

5

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 4]

Hector

3443

I do believe thee: live.

6

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 4]

Thersites

3445

God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a
plague break thy neck for frightening me! What's
become of the wenching rogues? I think they have
swallowed one another: I would laugh at that
miracle: yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself.
I'll seek them.