| 1 | 0–63 | 508 | unassigned | | THe hushed contentment of two silent hours, Breath pleasing airs on these attentive ears; And since we see in … |
| 2 | 64–127 | 527 | unassigned | | But come my Lord, true love still hates delays, Let no ears first be blessed with your breath, Till on my brea… |
| 3 | 128–193 | 528 | unassigned | | Nay, but dear Cousin, give not the reins too much To new received joys, lest that they run With so much speed,… |
| 4 | 194–258 | 475 | unassigned | | Spoke like a queen, spoke like Aegisthus love, Now great Thyestes genius, which didst prompt Me to this act, c… |
| 5 | 259–317 | 492 | T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm | 0.85 | methinks I now go equal with the stars And my proud head toucheth the highest pole, Hark, Hell applauds me, an… |
| 6 | 318–375 | 487 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.73 | HOw now? what ails our son, how now Orestes! O some are come now to help me grieve, See, see mother, see, your… |
| 7 | 376–438 | 493 | T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma | 0.78 | Run from his side, whole catacacts, all Greece: Apollo how am I bound now for this That I do only see this hap… |
| 8 | 439–500 | 511 | unassigned | | O but he'll bear a still suspicious eye; And who in bloody Scenes doth act a part, Thinks every eye doth penet… |
| 9 | 501–566 | 528 | unassigned | | Sir, curb this lavish speech, or I'll forget You are my son, and make you but a subject. Good Cousin add not d… |
| 10 | 567–631 | 502 | unassigned | | WHat, is Orestes fled? sure there's some plot, If you dear Queen, but search Elect. well, You'll find she know… |
| 11 | 632–694 | 487 | T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla | 0.83 | O, 'twas Orestes, 'twas my Pylades, Which arm in arm did follow him to death. O my Orestes, O my dearest broth… |
| 12 | 695–759 | 494 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.81 | IF ever God lent any thing to earth, Whereby it seemed to symphatize with heaven, It is this sacred friendship… |
| 13 | 760–818 | 482 | T56 Magic, spells and conjuring | 0.81 | True, friend, but, O, whoever will reveal This hideous act! what power shall we invoke? Yes, harken friend, I … |
| 14 | 819–880 | 488 | unassigned | | Thanks to my Father's subjects: Now Argos swell up to the brim with joy, And streams of gladness flow on Tynda… |
| 15 | 881–942 | 481 | unassigned | | Nay, Pylady, see here, O give me leave to descant on these bones: This was my Father's scull; but who can know… |
| 16 | 943–1006 | 493 | unassigned | | PRotect us O ye Ministers of Heaven, Stand near me my good Genius, my soul hath lost His humane function, at t… |
| 17 | 1007–1070 | 470 | unassigned | | Here, take them Mother, use them gently, They were a king's bones once; O not so hard. Why senseless boy, dost… |
| 18 | 1071–1131 | 488 | unassigned | | O piety! O most prodigious nature! What creatures hast thou made to live on earth? How hast thou clothed black… |
| 19 | 1132–1198 | 513 | unassigned | | Shall I thus by some magic Art, my son, Take both their pictures in pure virgin wax? And wound the place where… |
| 20 | 1199–1257 | 477 | unassigned | | I see't Aegisthus, and my aged blood grows warm, As if myself were a new father made, And all the blessings I … |
| 21 | 1258–1332 | 535 | unassigned | | Lullaby, lullaby Baby, Great Argos joy, The King of Greece thou art borne to be, In despite of Troy. Rest ever… |
| 22 | 1333–1399 | 506 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.73 | Nay, still outrageous friend, good now contain Your heady fury in wisdom's rein: Harken to my advice. I will, … |
| 23 | 1400–1459 | 502 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.81 | O hold good heart, hark, hark, he calls us villains! What is the matter, speak, how came he dead? They shall d… |
| 24 | 1460–1517 | 467 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.83 | Now good my love, methinks I pity them, And prithee for my sake, I know them not, Abate thy edge of justice fo… |
| 25 | 1518–1577 | 484 | unassigned | | In troth my Queen, and my old Lord have moved Well, since your loves are both so strongly tide, And friendship… |
| 26 | 1578–1637 | 468 | unassigned | | Great Sovereign, boasting words shall ne'er outweigh The things I will perform, I speak not fame, But what I f… |
| 27 | 1638–1702 | 495 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.72 | Like my mother, O most execrable Hadst ranked the confused Chaos of all sins, Thou couldst not have found out … |
| 28 | 1703–1768 | 492 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.76 | 'Twas a strange fight. ay, didst thou see't, friend? All of those wounds will I stick in his breast. Alas, one… |
| 29 | 1769–1828 | 490 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.82 | O, now, the heaven's rain vengeance on our head O mother, mother, save, me save me father. Hold Pylades, be st… |
| 30 | 1829–1890 | 481 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.84 | Who first doth mischief, may keep mean i'th' deed, But who revengeth, must all mean exceed. Nay, mother, we'll… |
| 31 | 1891–1950 | 489 | unassigned | | Nay friends, hands off, 'tis no Physician now: See, see, old Tyndarus, dost thou know me yet? Fetch me my Crow… |
| 32 | 1951–2010 | 471 | unassigned | | Yes, and we'll set here Argos Crown on him, Who shall enact some punishment for thee; Which although none can … |
| 33 | 2011–2064 | 440 | T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma | 0.76 | Nay Niece, methinks I now do see the Haven. Where my aged soul, must leave this tossed bark, Made weak with ye… |
| 34 | 2065–2123 | 489 | T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm | 0.85 | Dost whisper with the devils, to torment me, O how they lash me with their snaky whips, Why Megaera, Megaera, … |
| 35 | 2124–2192 | 497 | T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm | 0.81 | Wilt bid me to dinner Pluto, ha, with what? Give me no snakes, ay, I go, I go, Up to Cithaerus' top, I hate th… |
| 36 | 2193–2251 | 464 | T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm | 0.84 | Hark, hark the Furies entertain my mother, Orpheus would fetch Eurydice from Hell, See, he looks back, wouldst… |
| 37 | 2252–2306 | 454 | unassigned | | MY Fury leaves me, now I'm at my last, And now methinks thou truly art a friend, Now with undaunted spirit pre… |
| 38 | 2307–2362 | 453 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.76 | I see my Lord Orestes, and his friend, Without your leave have made themselves an end. Then now is Argos Court… |