| 1 | 0–56 | 464 | unassigned | | ARden cheer up thy spirits and droop no more My gracious Lord the Duke of Somerset; Hath freely given to thee … |
| 2 | 57–116 | 507 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.75 | Sweet love thou know'st that we two Ovid like Have often chid the morning, when it 'gan to peep, And often wis… |
| 3 | 117–177 | 508 | unassigned | | Nay and you be so impatient I'll be gone Stay Adam, stay, thou wert wont to be my friend Ask Mosbie how I have… |
| 4 | 178–241 | 509 | unassigned | | A word or two sweet heart, and then I will, 'tis yet but early days, thou needest not fear. Where is your husb… |
| 5 | 242–302 | 499 | unassigned | | But Mosbie I'll have no such picture I: I pray thee leave it to my discretion. Now, clerk O you are an honest … |
| 6 | 303–363 | 493 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.83 | Arden I thought not on her, I came to thee, But rather than I pocket up this wrong. What will you do sir? Reve… |
| 7 | 364–423 | 500 | unassigned | | I did, and that's the cause it likes not you, there's nothing that I do can please your taste. You were best t… |
| 8 | 424–483 | 487 | unassigned | | Why so it shall Mosbie, albeit he live, It is unpossible, for I have sworn, Never hereafter to solicit thee, O… |
| 9 | 484–546 | 505 | unassigned | | Why mistress Arden can the crabbed churl, Use you unkindly, respects he not your birth? Your honourable friend… |
| 10 | 547–612 | 501 | unassigned | | They be so good, that I must laugh for joy, Before I can begin to tell my tale, Let's hear them, that I may la… |
| 11 | 613–677 | 490 | unassigned | | Though I am loath, because it toucheth life, Yet rather or I'll leave sweet Susan's love, I'll do it, and with… |
| 12 | 678–742 | 502 | unassigned | | Of late Lord Cheiny lost some plate, Which one did bring, and sold it at my shop, Saying he served sir Antony … |
| 13 | 743–790 | 502 | unassigned | | Where is he? He is now at London, in Aldersgate street, He's dead, as if he had been condemned By an act of pa… |
| 14 | 791–851 | 501 | unassigned | | How can I miss him, when I think on the forty Angels I must have more. 'tis very late, I were best shut up my … |
| 15 | 852–914 | 500 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.76 | I cannot paint my valour out with words, But give me place and opportunity, Such mercy as the starve Lioness W… |
| 16 | 915–979 | 501 | unassigned | | So shall thy mistress be thy favourer, And thou disburdened of the oath thou made. Well gentlemen I cannot but… |
| 17 | 980–1041 | 474 | unassigned | | My house is irksome, there I cannot rest. Then stay with me in London, go not home. Then that base Mosbie doth… |
| 18 | 1042–1100 | 482 | unassigned | | What hath occasioned such a fearful cry? Speak Michael, hath any injured thee? Nothing sir, but as I fell asle… |
| 19 | 1101–1159 | 471 | unassigned | | And he shall by his merriment as dear, As ever coistrel bought so little sport, Here let this sword assist me … |
| 20 | 1160–1219 | 470 | unassigned | | It may be so God frame it to the best, But often times my dreams presage to true. To such as note their nightl… |
| 21 | 1220–1279 | 471 | unassigned | | But whither doth contemplation carry me. The way I seek to find where pleasure dwells, Is hedged behind me tha… |
| 22 | 1280–1339 | 487 | unassigned | | Nay if thou ban, let me breathe curses forth, And if you stand so nicely at your fame: Let me repent the credi… |
| 23 | 1340–1397 | 486 | unassigned | | Sweet Mosbie is as gentle as a King, And I too blind, to judge him otherwise, Flowers do some times spring in … |
| 24 | 1398–1456 | 483 | unassigned | | Why he begun. And thou shalt find I'll end. I do but slip it until better time. But if I do forget. Well take … |
| 25 | 1457–1514 | 484 | unassigned | | Stand close Will I hear them coming. Stand to it Shakbag, and be resolute, Is it so near night as it seems, Or… |
| 26 | 1515–1578 | 482 | unassigned | | Why then let us go, & tell her all the matter. And plat the news to cut him of tomorrow. See how the hours the… |
| 27 | 1579–1637 | 496 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.84 | M. Michael the spleen prickles you. Go too, you carry an eye over mistress susan. i'faith, to keep her from th… |
| 28 | 1638–1689 | 483 | unassigned | | Speaks thou this of thine own experience, Perhaps I, perhaps no: For my wife is as other women are, that is to… |
| 29 | 1690–1747 | 481 | unassigned | | Black Will and Shakbag, what make you here What is the deed done? is Arden dead. What could a blinded man perf… |
| 30 | 1748–1808 | 469 | unassigned | | What wilt thou do me wrong, & threat me too? Nay then I'll tempt thee, Arden do thy worst, God I beseech thee … |
| 31 | 1809–1870 | 492 | unassigned | | Ah Arden what folly blinded thee? Ah jealous harebrain man what hast thou done, When we to welcome thy intende… |
| 32 | 1871–1932 | 506 | unassigned | | I pray thee gentle Franklin hold thy peace, I know my wife counsels me for the best, I'll seek out mosby, wher… |
| 33 | 1933–1992 | 498 | unassigned | | Nay and there be such cheer, we will bid ourselves Mistress Arden, Dick Green & I do mean to sup with you, And… |
| 34 | 1993–2055 | 495 | unassigned | | What shall the watch word be? (Now I take you) that shall be the word. But come not forth before in any case. … |
| 35 | 2056–2114 | 495 | unassigned | | But Michael hark to me a word or two, When my husband is come in lock the street door: He shall be murdered er… |
| 36 | 2115–2177 | 490 | unassigned | | three games for a french crown sir, And please you. Content. Can he not take him yet? what a spite is that? No… |
| 37 | 2178–2237 | 496 | unassigned | | I so they shall, M. Bradshaw sit you there, I pray you be content, I'll have my will. M. Mosbie sit you in my … |
| 38 | 2238–2297 | 488 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.68 | Out at the back door, over the pile of wood. And for one night lie at the fleur-de-lys, That is the next way t… |
| 39 | 2298–2357 | 491 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.76 | It is a cup of Wine that Michael shed. I truly. It is his blood, which strumpet thou hast shed, But if I live … |
| 40 | 2358–2416 | 470 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.70 | Come make haste & bring away the prisoners. M. Arden you are now going to God, And I am by the law condemned t… |