| 1 | 0–57 | 500 | T38 Death, parting and grief at court | 0.85 | AWay, stand off, prop not a falling Castle with Your weak strength, 'tis sinful Charity, and Desperate folly t… |
| 2 | 58–117 | 490 | unassigned | | What's your Counsel? Take on some course disguise, what poverty is't But will be rich, being your lives protec… |
| 3 | 118–175 | 497 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.74 | Take it, O take it in an hour of sorrow, but leave that all with me, So you have all I can bestow upon you: Bu… |
| 4 | 176–228 | 486 | unassigned | | we'll hold no dispute with women, away with her: Rochester Castle shall be your palace? you're like to keep A … |
| 5 | 229–283 | 499 | unassigned | | Statutes are strong, Master, therefore we should have strong drink: I had rather wear Lace by the Statute, tha… |
| 6 | 284–340 | 495 | unassigned | | Your Names? Chrispianus mine. Mine Crispinus. Good names, good names, well boys on this condition I will enter… |
| 7 | 341–388 | 480 | unassigned | | Madam will you go? We talk of no stay, let not your haste make me Unthankful pray, and bar my thanks for kindn… |
| 8 | 389–439 | 501 | unassigned | | O good Sir Hugh, how long have you laid a fruitless siege Unto a Port that is impregnable; I thank ye, and mus… |
| 9 | 440–501 | 519 | T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation | 0.70 | But I have made a vow, think then what danger a relapse Would be, and you will grant my best Virginity; And I … |
| 10 | 502–559 | 502 | unassigned | | Oh may it prove. Thus we depart Lady. Where meet, it is decreed above. Nurse? Madam? Are the shoemakers gone t… |
| 11 | 560–614 | 495 | unassigned | | Come sir, you must answer a default to my Lady. Who made my shoes sirrah, they pinch me? Indeed sweet Lady you… |
| 12 | 615–662 | 500 | unassigned | | I told you so, a man of a longer standing will do Alwaies better then a puny, he shall mend it I you Ma I hope… |
| 13 | 663–718 | 504 | unassigned | | I am your poor Disciple, my tutor Mr. but friend I call you by No other name, although I derogate from your Pr… |
| 14 | 719–769 | 498 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.70 | A second limb is from our body cut, in Albon's relapse; it is That pedant Prince, that seminary Knight Amphiab… |
| 15 | 770–823 | 483 | unassigned | | 'Tis now my every morning's work to watch the coming of Your shoemaker: pray Venus my Lady tread not her shoes… |
| 16 | 824–879 | 490 | unassigned | | How lik'st her now, has she a good face? 'tis very well made Madam. Who does she resemble? yourself, I think L… |
| 17 | 880–933 | 505 | unassigned | | My three months' banishment I have observed, And now the dated limit gives me leave to reapproach my Interdict… |
| 18 | 934–995 | 502 | unassigned | | Thou gilded poison, my tongue is silent, but my unquiet Thoughts will still take leave, to think of thy perver… |
| 19 | 996–1038 | 499 | unassigned | | Let them be guarded unto Verolome, where first they shall Behold the dreadful sufferings of revolted Albon, As… |
| 20 | 1039–1069 | 500 | unassigned | | Peace Sisley; Boy, since thou art so forward, I will not stay The freedom of thy spirit; so I might hinder the… |
| 21 | 1070–1115 | 491 | unassigned | | O you are a fine loitering youth, what, lie out of your Master's house! Your pardon once good Dame, I was in n… |
| 22 | 1116–1180 | 507 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.74 | If thou deny it, By the glorious Sun, and all the Deities our men adore, we'll forage up to Rome and Italy, an… |
| 23 | 1181–1246 | 506 | unassigned | | Tut, that Title's lost, thou art now Within my power: fly to King Roderick, And glad his ears with news of wha… |
| 24 | 1247–1315 | 527 | unassigned | | Renowned Crispianus, royal thanks shall to our brother Maximinus fly, for sending such a Soldier. Kneel down, … |
| 25 | 1316–1348 | 492 | unassigned | | Anon sweet mouse. Sweet honey Nurse, If the Emperor my father asks for me, Say I am not well, and keep my cham… |
| 26 | 1349–1413 | 504 | unassigned | | In madness now I care not: For our shoes are made of running leather, And therefore we'll gallop no man knows … |
| 27 | 1414–1455 | 505 | unassigned | | Nothing, hang thee villain, I'll cry it at the Market Cross: I'faith, is your awl so free for smock-leather? G… |
| 28 | 1456–1492 | 503 | unassigned | | That very day my Brother was pressed forth— You pressed her at night, did you? Grunting still you sow-gelder? … |
| 29 | 1493–1534 | 483 | unassigned | | An excellent pate to trouble the whole Commonalty; The plot is good i'faith Boy. I like it well, and will acqu… |
| 30 | 1535–1599 | 506 | unassigned | | Away boys, go you before; Joan jumble breech your Dame and I will follow, Cherish him up, tell him he shall no… |
| 31 | 1600–1664 | 504 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.79 | Men that respect a Christian no more than you do, Sir you need not fear, there's not a good Christian among us… |
| 32 | 1665–1723 | 505 | unassigned | | Merciful Tyrant set me on death's wings, That I may bear a part where my love sings Eternal Hymns of joy; bles… |
| 33 | 1724–1748 | 506 | unassigned | | Use your own pleasures; where's Bassianus? How chanced our Daughter, bright Leodice, Came not to see these sla… |
| 34 | 1749–1811 | 497 | unassigned | | Agreed, agreed, agreed. we'll take up the body then. I'll have a leg of him. And I another. And I another. And… |
| 35 | 1812–1874 | 490 | T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea | 0.71 | Arm, arm, arm. An you be men, show yourselves so. Why d''ee cry thus? say, whither run ye? Out of our wits I t… |
| 36 | 1875–1946 | 518 | unassigned | | Fie, fie, fie, I have not so much wit left As to tell ye where I am myself, O my side, Pray let me breathe a l… |
| 37 | 1947–2025 | 516 | unassigned | | Mum, mum boys', As close as my Currier and I in a Tavern On a Monday morning: tut, my Princely Prentice, thy b… |
| 38 | 2026–2090 | 525 | unassigned | | Great Dioclesian, our renowned Brother, In France your happy and triumphant deeds We here in Britain thus cong… |
| 39 | 2091–2165 | 506 | unassigned | | Ha? my Daughter? Say, where is she? O my sweet Lambkin's found, And come to Court too. Where? who found her? A… |
| 40 | 2166–2244 | 518 | unassigned | | And yours? 'Slife he has lain with her, she's his Whore; attach the Villain, Tortures shall force his baseness… |