# 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

As You Like It
[III, 2]

Touchstone

1170

Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? And is not the
grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow,
shallow. A better instance, I say; come.

2

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Hostess Quickly

1654

All vict'lers do so. What's a joint of mutton or two
whole Lent?

3

Henry IV, Part II
[V, 1]

Robert Shallow

3168

'A shall answer it. Some pigeons, Davy, a couple of
short-legg'd hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little
kickshaws, tell William cook.

4

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

Costard

294

I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.

5

Measure for Measure
[III, 2]

Lucio

1679

Why? For filling a bottle with a tundish. I would
the duke we talk of were returned again: the
ungenitured agent will unpeople the province with
continency; sparrows must not build in his
house-eaves, because they are lecherous. The duke
yet would have dark deeds darkly answered; he would
never bring them to light: would he were returned!
Marry, this Claudio is condemned for untrussing.
Farewell, good friar: I prithee, pray for me. The
duke, I say to thee again, would eat mutton on
Fridays. He's not past it yet, and I say to thee,
he would mouth with a beggar, though she smelt brown
bread and garlic: say that I said so. Farewell.

6

Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 1]

Petruchio

1761

A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave!
Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.
Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall I?
What's this? Mutton?

7

Twelfth Night
[I, 3]

Sir Toby Belch

227

And I can cut the mutton to't.

8

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Speed

98

Ay sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her,
a laced mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a
lost mutton, nothing for my labour.