| 1 | 0–67 | 497 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.79 | WE know not what will take, your palates are Various, and many of them sick I fear: We can but serve up what o… |
| 2 | 68–138 | 466 | unassigned | | We are disciples to The Great Archimagus. We acknowledge all Our Art derived from you. But in this justice to … |
| 3 | 139–220 | 503 | unassigned | | They must not hear it, Yet stay; the Eclipse, if it be any thing, Is universal, and doth darken all. methought… |
| 4 | 221–288 | 458 | unassigned | | Unto that title Thus we all bow; it speaks you are allied To Heaven, great Sir, we come not to distract Your p… |
| 5 | 289–361 | 477 | unassigned | | He does blaspheme. Accept me, Jove, thy Priest, And this my sacrifice. Ha, mine arms grow stiff, I feel an ice… |
| 6 | 362–432 | 485 | unassigned | | Death pursue 'em, Will nothing make them feel our wrath. The charm Will not last always. I heir fate is not ye… |
| 7 | 433–476 | 476 | T26 Devils, hell and fiends | 0.80 | Here's one. A foolish one, our governor's servant, How now Rodamant? Keep off. What, is the fellow conjuring? … |
| 8 | 477–545 | 481 | T38 Death, parting and grief at court | 0.83 | The King has commanded, they shall be thrown from a rock into the sea, that's all, but here's my Master can te… |
| 9 | 546–617 | 493 | unassigned | | Thou art my genius, but she's very holy, And, I fear, too religious to her vows, She is devoted much to Ceancr… |
| 10 | 618–679 | 477 | unassigned | | I am more skilled in duty sir, than love. You would be coy, your heart is not bestowed. Indeed it is. On whom?… |
| 11 | 680–754 | 490 | unassigned | | The gods are pleased, great King, and we Return thy golden wreath to thee, More sacred by our holy fume; None … |
| 12 | 755–792 | 491 | unassigned | | I am an Esquire by my office. Oh my Royal love! why should not I love the Queen? I have known as simple a fell… |
| 13 | 793–856 | 489 | unassigned | | Love, art thou in love Rodamant? nay then thou may'st Talk treason or any thing. Folly and madness are lash fr… |
| 14 | 857–935 | 496 | unassigned | | He durst not Sir, approach your royal presence. And grief for the sad fate of his two sons, Hath made him wear… |
| 15 | 936–999 | 500 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.76 | It does not alter him, he rather looks With fresher blood upon him. 'Tis my wonder, I did not trust another to… |
| 16 | 1000–1062 | 500 | unassigned | | I'll wait upon my mother. Look to my daughters, lest this change work on them. They are my charge. Be not deje… |
| 17 | 1063–1127 | 472 | unassigned | | But no acquaintance sure, what are you? Not what I seem, I have assumed this for me, To tell thee what a happi… |
| 18 | 1128–1182 | 507 | unassigned | | Not, but with those They mean especial grace to, such as they know must hereafter shine above with them, thoug… |
| 19 | 1183–1249 | 470 | unassigned | | His brother Coribreus Is nearer to that title, and he says He loves me. Does he so? then love him best, Imagin… |
| 20 | 1250–1317 | 472 | unassigned | | Hence, foolish Bard. A poor wench was sighing, and weeping amain, And fain would she have her virginity again,… |
| 21 | 1318–1380 | 452 | unassigned | | I know not what to fear, Speak plainer yet. You'll say I am too loud, When I but whisper, Sir. I am no virgin.… |
| 22 | 1381–1436 | 513 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.77 | This temper is becoming, and thou dost Now appear worthy of our loves and presence. I knew when thy wise soul … |
| 23 | 1437–1482 | 488 | T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation | 0.81 | Thy jet and Alabaster face now calls, My love and hunger up to eat stone walls. But so I may bite of her nose,… |
| 24 | 1483–1551 | 534 | unassigned | | He writ to me, That I should try my art, and by some stratagem Discharge his life; I'll do't, but all this won… |
| 25 | 1552–1629 | 499 | unassigned | | Hear me. I choose to leap into these fires, Rather than hear thee preach thy cursed faith. You're sure to foll… |
| 26 | 1630–1700 | 483 | unassigned | | I felt a beard. A beard? that's strange. You shall feel: some else too. Why that unkind blow, Madam? What mean… |
| 27 | 1701–1745 | 466 | unassigned | | Ha, Archimagus, canst thou forgive me, And send those spirits hence? I can, great Sir, You troubled Spirits, I… |
| 28 | 1746–1779 | 515 | unassigned | | royal My love is roasted, she died of a burning fever, & since poison won't work upon me, I am resolved to loo… |
| 29 | 1780–1821 | 514 | unassigned | | He has made a cullis of my sconce, hold dear friend. Has the devil no more wit than to take part against the f… |
| 30 | 1822–1870 | 524 | unassigned | | If you will, Sir, revenge his death, you must Point your wrath here, and I will thank you for't; Though you sh… |
| 31 | 1871–1938 | 498 | unassigned | | And so I take my leave. Ha! do I see the Queen, Emeria? Alas, poor Bard, the flatteries of this world Hath cha… |
| 32 | 1939–2008 | 503 | unassigned | | Take heed, It may be a Lion, or a fierce wolf's den; How nature trembles at the thought of death: Though it be… |
| 33 | 2009–2087 | 523 | unassigned | | Let my knee speak My duty, though I want words for my joy, Ten thousand welcomes; I have guests within too, Yo… |
| 34 | 2088–2155 | 518 | unassigned | | Approach, and without trembling, walk upon; Play with their stings, which though to me not dangerous, I could,… |