# 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]

Don Adriano de Armado

325

Pretty and apt.

2

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

Moth

326

How mean you, sir? I pretty, and my saying apt? or
I apt, and my saying pretty?

3

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

Don Adriano de Armado

328

Thou pretty, because little.

4

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

Moth

329

Little pretty, because little. Wherefore apt?

5

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

Don Adriano de Armado

396

Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty and
pathetical!

6

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

Don Adriano de Armado

817

The meaning, pretty ingenious?
Is not lead a metal heavy, dull, and slow?

7

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

Holofernes

1199

I will something affect the letter, for it argues facility.
The preyful princess pierced and prick'd a pretty
pleasing pricket;
Some say a sore; but not a sore, till now made
sore with shooting.
The dogs did yell: put L to sore, then sorel jumps
from thicket;
Or pricket sore, or else sorel; the people fall a-hooting.
If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores
one sorel.
Of one sore I an hundred make by adding but one more L.

8

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

Holofernes

1234

Piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in a
tuft of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough
for a swine: 'tis pretty; it is well.

9

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.

10

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

Boyet

2199

Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:
Immediately they will again be here
In their own shapes; for it can never be
They will digest this harsh indignity.