# 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."

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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.

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1

Cymbeline
[I, 2]

Second Lord

251

[Aside] So would I, till you had measured how long
a fool you were upon the ground.

2

Henry V
[III, 7]

Constable of France

1757

Who hath measured the ground?

3

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

Ferdinand

2075

Say to her, we have measured many miles
To tread a measure with her on this grass.

4

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

Boyet

2077

They say, that they have measured many a mile
To tread a measure with you on this grass.

5

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

Rosaline

2079

It is not so. Ask them how many inches
Is in one mile: if they have measured many,
The measure then of one is easily told.

6

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

Boyet

2082

If to come hither you have measured miles,
And many miles, the princess bids you tell
How many inches doth fill up one mile.

7

Macbeth
[V, 8]

Ross

2527

Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

8

Sonnet 50

Shakespeare

687

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider loved not speed, being made from thee:
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide;
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind;
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.

9

Tempest
[V, 1]

Prospero

2154

First, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
Be measured or confined.

10

Winter's Tale
[V, 1]

Florizel

2991

By his command
Have I here touch'd Sicilia and from him
Give you all greetings that a king, at friend,
Can send his brother: and, but infirmity
Which waits upon worn times hath something seized
His wish'd ability, he had himself
The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his
Measured to look upon you; whom he loves—
He bade me say so—more than all the sceptres
And those that bear them living.