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That he is mad,'t is true:'t is true't is pity;
And pity't is't is true.

— Hamlet, Act II Scene 2

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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	Troilus and Cressida [III, 2]	Troilus	1741	Are there such? such are not we: praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare till merit crown it: no perfection in reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not name desert before his birth, and, being born, his addition shall be humble. Few words to fair faith: Troilus shall be such to Cressid as what envy can say worst shall be a mock for his truth, and what truth can speak truest not truer than Troilus.
2	Troilus and Cressida [IV, 2]	Cressida	2326	Did not I tell you? Would he were knock'd i' the head! [Knocking within] Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see. My lord, come you again into my chamber: You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
3	Troilus and Cressida [IV, 2]	Troilus	2367	How my achievements mock me! I will go meet them: and, my Lord AEneas, We met by chance; you did not find me here.
4	Troilus and Cressida [IV, 5]	Hector	2801	O, you, my lord? by Mars his gauntlet, thanks! Mock not, that I affect the untraded oath; Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove: She's well, but bade me not commend her to you.
5	Troilus and Cressida [IV, 5]	Troilus	2924	O, sir, to such as boasting show their scars A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord? She was beloved, she loved; she is, and doth: But still sweet love is food for fortune's tooth.
6	Troilus and Cressida [V, 2]	Diomedes	3165	Why, then, farewell; Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.

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