| 1 | 0–53 | 446 | unassigned | | YOu Officers which now in Iulio stay, Know you our leadge, the King of Hungary: Scent me Promos, to join with … |
| 2 | 54–110 | 484 | unassigned | | Triumph fair Lamia now, thy wanton flag advance, Set forth thyself to bravest show, boast thou of happy chance… |
| 3 | 111–166 | 502 | T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens | 0.76 | As jump as Apes, in view of Nuts to dance, kit will to kind, of custom, or by chance: Well, how so you stand u… |
| 4 | 167–213 | 481 | T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil | 0.77 | Will you aught else? Prating vixen away. Gallant adieu. I venture must Hippolito to see. He is both young and … |
| 5 | 214–264 | 495 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.77 | O happy time, see where Lord Promos comes? Now tongue address thyself, my mind to wray. And yet least haste wo… |
| 6 | 265–318 | 538 | unassigned | | Happy is the man, that enjoys the love of such a wife, I do protest, her modest words, hath wrought in me a ma… |
| 7 | 319–376 | 496 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.81 | Well met Phallax. I long have wysht to show. A cause to thee which none but I yet know. Say on my Lord, a happ… |
| 8 | 377–423 | 500 | unassigned | | With right good will, for such my sickness is. As I shall die, if her good will I miss. THe wind is ill, blows… |
| 9 | 424–480 | 499 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.82 | Iesus save me, I am cast, for a purse with three halfpence. Dispatch prating knave, and he hanged, that we wer… |
| 10 | 481–528 | 527 | T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil | 0.80 | And law even with the worst, awards them punishment: And sith that rigorous law adjudged him to die, Your glor… |
| 11 | 529–582 | 493 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.86 | Farewell my Lord, but in this suit, you bootless wast your wind: Cassandra, O most unhappy, subject to every w… |
| 12 | 583–646 | 531 | unassigned | | How so th'intent, is construed in offence, The Proverb says that ten good turns lie dead, And one ill deed, te… |
| 13 | 647–705 | 490 | unassigned | | Tear not my clothes my friends, they cost more than you are a ware, Tush, soon you shall have a blue gown. for… |
| 14 | 706–762 | 496 | unassigned | | He is a crafty child, dally, but do not. Tush, I warrant thee, I am not so hot, Your words are too hard Sir, f… |
| 15 | 763–825 | 531 | unassigned | | Unhappy wretch, I blush myself to see, appareled thus monstrous to my kind: But o, my weeds, will with my faul… |
| 16 | 826–878 | 507 | unassigned | | Assure thyself, most faithful friend, I willbe known to none: To none alas, I see my escape yields me but smal… |
| 17 | 879–939 | 498 | unassigned | | Soft Dalia, a word with you, I pray. What friend, Grimbal, welcome as I may say: Sayest thou me so, then kiss … |
| 18 | 940–988 | 482 | unassigned | | I marvel much what worketh so my Lord Promos unrest, He fares as if a thousand Devils, were gnawing in his bre… |
| 19 | 989–1039 | 488 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.86 | So that (fair dames) from such consent, my accydents of barm, Forewarneth you, to keep aloof though love your … |
| 20 | 1040–1108 | 490 | unassigned | | A dapper knave, one Rosko. Well letherface, we shall have you Ass ere you go. I know him not, is he a deafed b… |
| 21 | 1109–1171 | 489 | unassigned | | How now Grimball? O Leard, my Purse is cut. When? where? Now, here. Boy, let the door be shut, If it be here, … |