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'T is better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd,
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.

— Sonnet CXXI

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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	Julius Caesar [I, 2]	(stage directions)	78	[Flourish. Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer]
2	Julius Caesar [II, 1]	(stage directions)	859	Enter PORTIA
3	Julius Caesar [II, 1]	Brutus	861	Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now? It is not for your health thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
4	Julius Caesar [II, 1]	Brutus	887	Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.
5	Julius Caesar [II, 1]	Brutus	906	Kneel not, gentle Portia.
6	Julius Caesar [II, 1]	Portia	907	I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, Is it excepted I should know no secrets That appertain to you? Am I yourself But, as it were, in sort or limitation, To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs Of your good pleasure? If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
7	Julius Caesar [II, 1]	Brutus	931	O ye gods, Render me worthy of this noble wife! [Knocking within] Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile; And by and by thy bosom shall partake The secrets of my heart. All my engagements I will construe to thee, All the charactery of my sad brows: Leave me with haste. [Exit PORTIA] Lucius, who's that knocks?
8	Julius Caesar [II, 4]	(stage directions)	1137	Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS
9	Julius Caesar [IV, 3]	Brutus	2145	No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
10	Julius Caesar [IV, 3]	Cassius	2146	Ha! Portia!
11	Julius Caesar [IV, 3]	Cassius	2171	Portia, art thou gone?
12	Julius Caesar [IV, 3]	Brutus	2198	Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now.

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