| 1 | 0–73 | 465 | unassigned | | Colonel Signior Alerzo. Here. Signiors well met: The lazy morn has scarcely trimmed herself To entertain the S… |
| 2 | 74–145 | 494 | unassigned | | O good Colonel be more a Soldier, Leave compliments for those that live at ease, To stuff their Table Books; a… |
| 3 | 146–179 | 495 | unassigned | | Yes my dear Madam Heaven, whither My most sweet Lady but to Heaven? hell's a tailor's warehouse; he has the Ke… |
| 4 | 180–257 | 502 | unassigned | | Nay Madam 'tis a youth, I praise my stars For their kind influence, a woman may be proud on, And I am. O 'tis … |
| 5 | 258–323 | 455 | unassigned | | Have I ungrateful man, like to the Sun, That from the Heavens sends down his Cherishing beams on some religiou… |
| 6 | 324–370 | 492 | unassigned | | Restore back mine— So, go pitch our tent, we'll Have a Combat i'th' field of love, with thee Philippa, ere we … |
| 7 | 371–448 | 491 | T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea | 0.80 | HEll take their spacious throats, we shall ere long Be pointed as a prodige; Antonio is the man they load with… |
| 8 | 449–527 | 494 | unassigned | | Speak, Antonio your counsel. Nothing. How? So; And could my wish obtain a sudden grant From you Tribunal, I wo… |
| 9 | 528–593 | 500 | unassigned | | O are you moved sir, has the deserved name Of Traitor pricked you? Deserved? Yes. Yes. Machvile thou liest; ha… |
| 10 | 594–663 | 498 | unassigned | | A kiss and then I go, so; farewell my Duck. Death she has left a scent to poison me; Love her said she, is any… |
| 11 | 664–715 | 501 | unassigned | | Lady we here enjoin you to Your Chamber as a prisoner, to Wait a further censure; your brother's Fault has pul… |
| 12 | 716–792 | 494 | unassigned | | What means this capering Echo? Or from whence did this so lively Counterfeit Of Thunder, break out to liberty?… |
| 13 | 793–868 | 499 | unassigned | | See my Phillipa, her rich colour's fled and like that foul The furrow fronted Fates have made an Anvil To forg… |
| 14 | 869–938 | 482 | unassigned | | It shall be so; My fears are built on grounds Stronger than Atlas' shoulders: this same Tailor Retains a spiri… |
| 15 | 939–1009 | 530 | unassigned | | How subtle are my springes, they take all? With what swift speed unto my Chaffy bait Do all Fowls fly, unto th… |
| 16 | 1010–1079 | 522 | unassigned | | Attend your Lady— so her forward spleen, Tickled with thought of greatness makes the Scene attempts run smooth… |
| 17 | 1080–1137 | 481 | unassigned | | Why how now friend, what talking to thyself? O Giovanno 'tis my unpartial thoughts, That rise in war against m… |
| 18 | 1138–1198 | 486 | unassigned | | My Lord you know my temper, and how to Win upon my heart. I must be gone, and post a messenger, France must su… |
| 19 | 1199–1271 | 558 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.73 | NOt find Evadne I sure some wanton wind Has snatched her from the earth into the air; Smooth Zephers feigns th… |
| 20 | 1272–1333 | 516 | unassigned | | Come, bring her forward, tie her to that tree, Each man shall have this turn: Come Minion, You must squench th… |
| 21 | 1334–1398 | 502 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.79 | I am as spotless, thank your happy self That saved me from those Robbers, as The child which yet is but a jell… |
| 22 | 1399–1466 | 483 | unassigned | | I am proud to see thee so well given. Take 'em girl, and with 'em take my prayers. He wakes, pray leave me sir… |
| 23 | 1467–1540 | 502 | unassigned | | O what a blessedness am I bereft of! What pleasure has the least part of a minute Stolen from my eyes: methoug… |
| 24 | 1541–1612 | 500 | unassigned | | O 'tis a merry one. It is no news to me, I have been used to't. Now for discovery, the King as yet Is ignorant… |
| 25 | 1613–1680 | 492 | unassigned | | Forefend it goodness; ay, nay all; ere many hours makes the now young day A type of sparkling youth; shall on … |
| 26 | 1681–1731 | 501 | unassigned | | Nay monsieur to deprive desert of praise, is unknown Language, troth I use it not; nay it is very well. Be me … |
| 27 | 1732–1791 | 468 | unassigned | | FOr this discovery be still Antonio, The frowning Law, may with a furrowed face Hereafter look upon; but ne'er… |
| 28 | 1792–1845 | 489 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.75 | Do; what do? Act, act, you fool you, do said you, what do? you a Player, you a Plasterer, a mere dirt dauber; … |
| 29 | 1846–1911 | 492 | unassigned | | Then you are for the King? I bully I. Let's go seek our fellows, and to this gear. Come on then. Men of our ne… |
| 30 | 1912–1977 | 492 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.86 | Alas my Lord is wounded. Come hither French man, make a dying man Bound to thy love; go to Philippa, Sickly as… |
| 31 | 1978–2040 | 477 | unassigned | | O my brother. Give him some air, the wound cannot be mortal. Alas he faints, O my Antonio: Cursed Machvile, ma… |
| 32 | 2041–2107 | 469 | unassigned | | My joy had been too great if he had lived, The thrifty heavens mingle our sweets with gall; lest being glutted… |