| Parolles | Prose |
Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier be blown up
| I i 79 |
| King | Verse |
I would I had that corporal soundness now
| I ii 34 |
| King intercut | Verse |
'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her
| II iii 104 |
| Orlando | Prose |
As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion
| I i 1 |
| Oliver | Prose |
Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me
| I i 44 |
| Adam | Verse |
What, my young master? O, my gentle master!
| II iii 4 |
| Jaques | Verse |
A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' th' forest
| II vii 15 |
| Jaques | Verse |
All the world's a stage
| II vii 147 |
| Oliver intercut | Verse |
When last the young Orlando parted from you
| IV iii 74 |
| Touchstone intercut | Prose |
I press in here, Sir, amoung the rest of the country copulatives
| V iv 47 |
| Duke | Verse |
Merchant of Syracusa, plead no more
| I i 5 |
| Aegeon intercut | Verse |
A heavier task could not have been impos'd
| I i 33 |
| Balthazar | Verse |
Have patience, sir, O, let it be not so!
| III i 93 |
| S Antipholus | Verse |
Sweet mistress--what your name is else, I know not,
| III ii 31 |
| Courtezan | Verse |
Now out of doubt Antipholus is mad
| IV iii 56 |
| E. Antipholus | Verse |
My liege, I am advised what I say
| V i 224 |
| Duke | Verse |
Angelo, There is a kind of character in thy life
| I i 31 |
| Claudio intercut | Verse |
Thus it stands with me; upon a true contract
| I ii 91 |
| Duke intercut | Verse |
No; Holy Father, throw away that thought
| I iii 1 |
| Lucio | Verse |
This is the point
| I iv 56 |
| Angelo | Verse |
Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus
| II i 20 |
| Angelo | Verse |
What's this? What's this? Is this her fault or mine?
| II ii 196 |
| Angelo | Verse |
When I would pray and think, I think and pray
| II iv 1 |
| Angelo | Verse | Who will believe thee, Isabel? | II iv 154-170 |
| Duke | Verse |
Be absolute for death: either death or life
| III i 7 |
| Claudio | Verse |
Aye, but to die and go we know not where
| III i 131 |
| Duke | Prose |
This forenam'd maid hath yet in her
| III i 194 |
| Duke | Verse |
He who the sword of heaven will bear
| III ii 111 |
| Pompey | Prose |
I am as well acquainted here as I was in our house of proffesion
| IV iii 1 |
| Angelo | Verse |
This deed unshapes mequite, makes me unpregnant
| IV iv 13 |
| Duke | Verse |
She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore
| V i 539 |
| Falstaff | Prose |
O, she did so course o'er my exteriors
| I iii 35 |
| Falstaff | Prose |
Reason, you rogue, reason
| II ii 9 |
| Ford | Prose |
What a damn'd Epicurean rascal is this
| II ii 93 |
| Falstaff | Prose |
Have I liv'd to be carried in a basket
| III v 5 |
| Falstaff | Prose |
Nay, you shall hear, Master Brook
| IV i 43 |
| Fenton | Verse |
From time to time I have acquainted you
| IV vi 8 |
| Benedick | Prose |
O, she misused me past the endurance of a block
| II i 111 |
| Benedick | Prose |
I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool
| II iii 8 |
| Benedick | Prose |
This can be no trick, the conference was sadly borne.
| II iii 90 |
| Borachio intercut | Prose |
Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed thief
| III iii 58 |
| Claudio intercut |
Verse | There, Leonato, take her back again | IV i 25 |
| Leonato | Verse |
Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly thing
| IV i 115 |
| Friar Francis | Verse |
Marry, this well carried on her behalf
| IV i 215 |
| Dogberry | Prose |
Dost thou not suspect my place?
| IV ii 41 |
| Leonato | Verse |
I pray thee cease thy counsel
| V i 6 |
| Borachio | Prose |
Sweet Prince, let me go no farther to mine answer
| V i 171 |
| Pericles | Verse |
See where she comes, apparelled like the spring
| I i 15 |
| Pericles | Verse |
Great King, few love to hear the sins
| I i 86 |
| Pericles | Verse |
How courtesy would seem to cover sin
| I i 116 |
| Pericles | Verse |
Why should this change of thoughts
| I ii 1 |
| Pericles | Verse |
Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus
| I ii 175 |
| Cleon | Verse |
But see what heaven can do by this our change
| I iv 35 |
| Gower | Verse |
Thus time we waste and longest leagues make short
| IV iv 1 |
| Pericles | Verse |
O Helicanus, strike me honored sir
| V i 223 |
epilogue | Verse |
In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard
| V iii 100 |
| Lord | Verse |
Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy
| Induct. i 39 |
| Lord | Verse |
Sirrah, go you to Barthol'mew my page
| Induct. i 104 |
| Lord | Verse |
Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house
| Induct. i 15 |
| Lucentio | Verse |
Tranio, since for the great desire I had
| I i 1 |
| Tranio | Verse |
Mi perdonate, gentle master mine
| I i 27 |
| Tranio | Verse |
Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own
| II i 81 |
| Tranio | Verse |
Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own
| II i 81 |
| Petruchio | Verse | No, not a whit: I find you passing gentle. | II i 243 |
| Petruchio | Verse | Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for myself: | II i 304 |
| Gremio | Verse | First, as you know, my house within the city | II i 349 |
| Petruchio | Verse | They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command | III ii 203 |
| Petruchio | Verse |
Thus have I politicly begun my reign
| IV i 126 |
| Petruchio | Verse | Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's, | IV iii 163 |
| Pedant | Verse | Sir, by your leave: having come to Padua | IV iv 28 |
| Prospero intercut | Verse | My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, | I ii 82 |
| Ariel intercut | Verse | I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, | I ii 230 |
| Caliban intercut | Verse | This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, | I ii 396 |
| Caliban | Verse |
All the infections that the sun sucks up
| II ii 1 |
| Trinculo | Prose |
Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather
| II ii 23 |
| Ferdinand | Verse |
There be some sports are painful and their labor
| III i 4 |
| Caliban | Verse |
Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
| III ii 57 |
| Ariel | Verse | You are three men of sin, whom Destiny | III iii 69 |
| Prospero | Verse |
Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves
| V i 40 |
| Prospero | Verse | You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort | III iii 158 |
| Ariel | Verse | I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking | IV i 186 |
| Prospero | Verse | In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords | V i 168 |
| Prospero | Verse | Now my charms are all o'erthrown, | Epilogue |
| Prologue | Verse | In Troy there lies the scene | Prologue |
| Troilus | Verse | O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus | I i 36 |
| Troilus | Verse | Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude sounds! | I i 66 |
| Agamemnon | Verse |
Princes, What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? | I iii 1 |
| Nestor | Verse | With due observance of thy god-like seat, | I iii 33 |
| Ulysses | Verse | Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, | I iii 78 |
| Aeneas | Verse |
Trumpet, blow aloud, Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents; | I iii 263 |
| Nestor | Verse | Yes, 'tis most meet: whom may you else oppose, | I iii 341 |
| Ulysses | Verse | What glory our Achilles shares from Hector | I iii 376 |
| Hector | Verse | Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I, | II ii 10 |
| Hector | Verse | You are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest; | II ii 40 |
| Troilus | Verse |
I take today a wife, and my election
| II ii 65 |
| Paris | Verse | Sir, I propose not merely to myself | II ii 154 |
| Hector | Verse | Paris and Troilus, you have both said well; | II ii 171 |
| Thersites | Prose | How now, Thersites! what, lost in the labyrinth | II iii 1 |
| Agamemnon | Verse |
Hear you, Patroclus We are too well acquainted with these answers: | II iii 59 |
| Ulysses | Verse | O Agamemnon! let it not be so. | II iii 122 |
| Achilles | Verse | What! am I poor of late? | III iii 79 |
| Ulysses intercut | Verse | I do not strain at the position | III iii 121 |
| Ulysses | Verse | The providence that's in a watchful state | III iii 208 |
| Thersites intercut | Verse | Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself. | III iii 259 |
| Troilus | Verse | And suddenly; where injury of chance | IV iv 30 |
| Hector | Verse | Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's son, | IV v 140 |
| Nestor | Verse | I have, thou gallant Trojan, see thee oft, | IV v 206 |
| Thersites | Prose | With too much blood and too little brain | V i 36 |
| Troilus | Verse | This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida | V ii 163 |
| Troilus | Verse | You understand me not that tell me so. | V x 15 |
| Duke | Verse |
If music be the food of love, play on
| I i 1 |
| Malvolio | Verse | M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former | II v 74 |
| Malvolio | Prose |
O ho, do you come near me now?
| III iv 49 |
| Sebastian | Verse |
This is the air, that is the glorius sun
| IV iii 1 |
| Antonio | Verse |
Orsino, noble sir, Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me
| V i 52 |
| Duke | Verse |
Why should I not (had I the heart to do it)
| V i 100 |
| Malvolio intercut | Verse |
Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. | V i 294 |
| Launce | Prose | Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping
| II iii 1-32 |
| Valentine | Verse | Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now | V i 123 |
| Proteus | Verse |
Even as one heat another heat expels
| II iv 190 |
| Proteus | Verse | To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; | II vi 1 |
| Proteus | Verse | My gracious lord, that which I would discover | III i 6 |
| Duke | Verse | Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care, | III i 24 |
| Valentine | Verse | A woman sometime scorns what best contents her. | III i 96 |
| Duke | Verse | What letter is this same? What's here? To Silvia! | III i 141 |
| Valentine | Verse | And why not death rather than living torment? | III i 163 |
| Proteus | Verse | Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom | III i 215 |
| Proteus | Verse | Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, | III i 234 |
| Launce | Prose | I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit | III i 254 |
| Proteus | Verse | Say that upon the altar of her beauty | III ii 76 |
| Launce | Prose |
When a man's servant shall play the cur with him
| IV iv 1 |
| Leontes | Verse | Thou want'st a rough pash and the shoots that I have | I ii 157 |
| Leontes | Verse |
To your own bents dispose you; you'll be found
| I ii 215 |
| Camillo | Verse |
My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful | I ii 295 |
| Leontes | Verse |
Apollo, pardon My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle! | III ii 160 |
| Antigonus | Verse |
Come, poor babe: I have heard, but not believed, the spirits o' the dead
| III iii 21 |
| Autolycus | Prose |
Ho, ha, what a fool Honesty is!
| IV iii 586 |
| King Henry | Verse | So shaken as we are, so wan with care, | I i 1 |
| King Henry | Verse | Yea, there thou mak'st me sad and mak'st me sin | I i 80 |
| King Henry | Verse | I know you all, and will awhile uphold | I ii 64 |
| Hotspur | Verse | My liege, I did deny no prisoners
| I iii 28-68 |
| Hotspur | Verse |
Revolted Mortimer! He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, | I iii 96 |
| Hotspur | Verse |
Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king
| I iii 164 |
| Falstaff | Prose | I am accursed to rob in that thief's company | II ii 10 |
| Hotspur | Prose |
But for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented
| II iii 1 |
| Prince Hal | Prose | With three or four loggerheads | II iv 5 |
| Falstaff intercut | Prose | Peace, good pint-pot! peace, good tickle-brain! | II iv 162 |
| King | Verse |
God pardon thee! Yet let me wonder Harry
| III ii 31 |
| King Henry | Verse |
For all the world, As thou art to this hour was Richard then | III ii 96 |
| Prince Hal | Verse |
Do not think so, you shall not find it so
| III ii 132 |
| Falstaff | Prose | No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it | III iii 9 |
| Falstaff | Prose | If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused gurnet. | IV ii 9 |
| Hotspur intercut | Verse | The king is kind; and well we know the king | IV iii 60 |
| Worchester | Verse | It pleas'd your majesty to turn your looks | V i 34 |
| Falstaff | Prose | 'Tis not due yet: I would be loath to pay him before | V i 129 |
| Worchester | Verse |
Then are we all undone. It is not possible, it cannot be, | V ii 6 |
| Prince Hal | Verse | For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart! | V iv 94 |
| Chorus | Verse |
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
| Prologue I i |
| Canterbury | Verse | Hear him but reason in divinity, | I i 42 |
| Henry | Verse |
Sure, we thank you. My learned lord, we pray you to proceed, | I ii 13 |
| Canterbury | Verse | Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers, | I ii 38 |
| Canterbury | Verse |
Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, | I ii 186 |
| King Henry | Verse | We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us | I ii 268 |
| Chorus | Verse |
Now all the youth of England are on fire
| Prologue II i |
| King Henry | Verse | The mercy that was quick in us but late | II ii 83 |
| King Henry | Verse | God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence. | II ii 167 |
| Exeter intercut | Verse | From him; and thus he greets your majesty | II iv 84 |
| Chorus | Verse |
Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies
| Prologue III i |
| Henry | Verse |
Once more into the breach dear friends, once more
| III i 4 |
| Boy | Prose | As young as I am, I have observed these three | III ii 16 |
| Henry | Verse |
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
| III i 1 |
| Henry | Verse | How yet resolves the governor of the town? | III iii 1 |
| French King | Verse | Where is Montjoy the herald? speed him hence | III v 8 |
| Montjoy | Verse | Thus says my king: Say thou to Harry of England: | III vi 55 |
| Henry | Verse | Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back, | III vi 58 |
| Chorus | Verse |
Now entertain conjecture of a time
| IV i |
| Henry | Prose | So, if a son that is by his father sent | IV i 95 |
| Henry | Verse |
Upon the King! Let us our lives, our souls
| IV i 116 |
| Henry | Verse | O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts | IV i 178 |
| Constable | Verse | To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse! | IV ii 19 |
| Henry | Verse | This day is called the feast of Crispian
| IV iii 45 |
| Henry | Verse | I pray thee, bear my former answer back | IV iii 98 |
| Exeter | Verse | In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie, | IV vi 9 |
| Henry | Verse | This note doth tell me of ten thousand French | IV viii 47 |
| Chorus | Verse | Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story | V i |
| Third Messenger | Verse | O, no! wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown | I i 113 |
| Talbot intercut | Verse |
The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
| I iv 30 |
| Talbot | Verse | What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us? | I iv 76 |
| Talbot | Verse | My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel | I iv 22 |
| Mortimer | Verse | I will, if that my fading breath permit, | II v 64 |
| Plantagenet | Verse | And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul | II v 118 |
| Gloucester | Verse | Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience | III i 10 |
| Talbot intercut | Verse | Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee! | IV i 16 |
| King Henry | Verse | Come hither, you that would be combatants | IV i 138 |
| General | Verse | Thou ominous and fearful owl of death | IV ii 18 |
| Talbot | Verse | When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire | IV vi 12 |
| Talbot intercut | Verse | Where is my other life? Mine own is gone | IV vii 3 |
| Suffolk | Verse | An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd | V iii 58 |
| Suffolk | Verse | A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your king | V v 50 |
| King Henry | Verse | Whether it be through force of your report | V v 81 |
| Gloucester | Verse | Brave peers of England, pillars of the state | I i 64 |
| Cardinal | Verse | So, there goes our protector in a rage | I i 136 |
| Salisbury | Verse | Pride went before, ambition follows him. | I i 169 |
| York | Verse | Anjou and Maine are given to the French | I i 203 |
| Hume | Verse | Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold | I ii 91 |
| Gloucester | Verse |
Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous
| III i 146 |
| King Henry | Verse | Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with grief, | III i 202 |
| York | Verse |
Now, York, or never, steel they fearful thoughts
| III i 336 |
| King Henry | Verse | What! doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me? | III ii 45 |
| Salisbury | Verse |