# 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

Merchant of Venice
[II, 2]

Old Gobbo

656

Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be sworn, if thou
be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood.
Lord worshipped might he be! what a beard hast thou
got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin than
Dobbin my fill-horse has on his tail.

2

Merchant of Venice
[II, 2]

Old Gobbo

664

Lord, how art thou changed! How dost thou and thy
master agree? I have brought him a present. How
'gree you now?

3

Merchant of Venice
[II, 2]

Bassanio

745

Why then you must. But hear thee, Gratiano;
Thou art too wild, too rude and bold of voice;
Parts that become thee happily enough
And in such eyes as ours appear not faults;
But where thou art not known, why, there they show
Something too liberal. Pray thee, take pain
To allay with some cold drops of modesty
Thy skipping spirit, lest through thy wild behavior
I be misconstrued in the place I go to,
And lose my hopes.

4

Merchant of Venice
[II, 6]

Lorenzo

943

Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art.

5

Merchant of Venice
[II, 6]

Lorenzo

965

Beshrew me but I love her heartily;
For she is wise, if I can judge of her,
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true,
And true she is, as she hath proved herself,
And therefore, like herself, wise, fair and true,
Shall she be placed in my constant soul.
[Enter JESSICA, below]
What, art thou come? On, gentlemen; away!
Our masquing mates by this time for us stay.

6

Merchant of Venice
[II, 9]

Prince of Arragon

1184

What's here? the portrait of a blinking idiot,
Presenting me a schedule! I will read it.
How much unlike art thou to Portia!
How much unlike my hopes and my deservings!
'Who chooseth me shall have as much as he deserves.'
Did I deserve no more than a fool's head?
Is that my prize? are my deserts no better?

7

Merchant of Venice
[III, 3]

Shylock

1712

I'll have my bond; speak not against my bond:
I have sworn an oath that I will have my bond.
Thou call'dst me dog before thou hadst a cause;
But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs:
The duke shall grant me justice. I do wonder,
Thou naughty gaoler, that thou art so fond
To come abroad with him at his request.

8

Merchant of Venice
[IV, 1]

Duke

1933

I am sorry for thee: thou art come to answer
A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch
uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.

9

Merchant of Venice
[IV, 1]

Shylock

2193

'Tis very true: O wise and upright judge!
How much more elder art thou than thy looks!

10

Merchant of Venice
[IV, 1]

Portia

2342

Art thou contented, Jew? what dost thou say?