# 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, 1]

Biron

153

Necessity will make us all forsworn
Three thousand times within this three years' space;
For every man with his affects is born,
Not by might master'd but by special grace:
If I break faith, this word shall speak for me;
I am forsworn on 'mere necessity.'
So to the laws at large I write my name:
[Subscribes]
And he that breaks them in the least degree
Stands in attainder of eternal shame:
Suggestions are to other as to me;
But I believe, although I seem so loath,
I am the last that will last keep his oath.
But is there no quick recreation granted?

2

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

Don Adriano de Armado

330

And therefore apt, because quick.

3

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

Moth

335

That an eel is quick.

4

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

Don Adriano de Armado

336

I do say thou art quick in answers: thou heatest my blood.

5

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

Princess of France

497

Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues:
I am less proud to hear you tell my worth
Than you much willing to be counted wise
In spending your wit in the praise of mine.
But now to task the tasker: good Boyet,
You are not ignorant, all-telling fame
Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow,
Till painful study shall outwear three years,
No woman may approach his silent court:
Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course,
Before we enter his forbidden gates,
To know his pleasure; and in that behalf,
Bold of your worthiness, we single you
As our best-moving fair solicitor.
Tell him, the daughter of the King of France,
On serious business, craving quick dispatch,
Importunes personal conference with his grace:
Haste, signify so much; while we attend,
Like humble-visaged suitors, his high will.

6

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

Biron

607

You must not be so quick.

7

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

Don Adriano de Armado

1790

Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet
touch, a quick venue of wit! snip, snap, quick and
home! it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit!

8

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

Princess of France

2196

And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.

9

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

Costard

2615

Faith, unless you play the honest Troyan, the poor
wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in
her belly already: tis yours.

10

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

Costard

2620

Then shall Hector be whipped for Jaquenetta that is
quick by him and hanged for Pompey that is dead by
him.