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Result number
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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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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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Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
First Lord |
256 |
Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain
go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen
small reflection of her wit.
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2 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
Second Lord |
259 |
[Aside] She shines not upon fools, lest the
reflection should hurt her.
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3 |
Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Brutus |
140 |
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
But by reflection, by some other things.
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Julius Caesar
[I, 2] |
Cassius |
154 |
Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which you yet know not of.
And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protester; if you know
That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
And after scandal them, or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
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5 |
Macbeth
[I, 2] |
Sergeant |
44 |
As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had with valour arm'd
Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
Began a fresh assault.
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Troilus and Cressida
[III, 3] |
Ulysses |
1969 |
A strange fellow here
Writes me: 'That man, how dearly ever parted,
How much in having, or without or in,
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
As when his virtues shining upon others
Heat them and they retort that heat again
To the first giver.'
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