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I was not born under a rhyming planet.

— Much Ado about Nothing, Act V Scene 2

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# 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."	Line Shows where the line falls within the work. 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.	Text The line's full text, with keywords highlighted within it, unless highlighting has been disabled by the user.
1	Troilus and Cressida [I, 2]	Pandarus	269	But to prove to you that Helen loves him: she came and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin—
2	Troilus and Cressida [I, 2]	Pandarus	285	I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled his chin: indeed, she has a marvellous white hand, I must needs confess,—
3	Troilus and Cressida [I, 2]	Pandarus	289	And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin.
4	Troilus and Cressida [I, 2]	Pandarus	299	Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus' chin.
5	Troilus and Cressida [I, 2]	Pandarus	304	Quoth she, 'Here's but two and fifty hairs on your chin, and one of them is white.
6	Troilus and Cressida [I, 2]	Pandarus	307	That's true; make no question of that. 'Two and fifty hairs' quoth he, 'and one white: that white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons.' 'Jupiter!' quoth she, 'which of these hairs is Paris, my husband? 'The forked one,' quoth he, 'pluck't out, and give it him.' But there was such laughing! and Helen so blushed, an Paris so chafed, and all the rest so laughed, that it passed.
7	Troilus and Cressida [III, 1]	Paris	1634	They're come from field: let us to Priam's hall, To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd, Shall more obey than to the edge of steel Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more Than all the island kings,—disarm great Hector.
8	Troilus and Cressida [IV, 5]	Nestor	2832	Ha! By this white beard, I'ld fight with thee to-morrow. Well, welcome, welcome! I have seen the time.

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