| 1 | 0–47 | 472 | unassigned | | GRegory: A my word we'll not carry coals. No, for than we should be Collier's. I mean, if we be in choler, we'… |
| 2 | 48–108 | 477 | unassigned | | What draw, and talk of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Mountagues, and thee: Have at thee Coward. C… |
| 3 | 109–177 | 500 | T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin | 0.80 | Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds, more … |
| 4 | 178–233 | 463 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.77 | Soft I will go along. And if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Tut I have lost myself, I am not here, This is … |
| 5 | 234–293 | 520 | unassigned | | And too soon marred are those so early made: Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she, she's the hopeful Lady… |
| 6 | 294–323 | 528 | unassigned | | When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire: And these who often dr… |
| 7 | 324–363 | 453 | unassigned | | Enough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace. Yes Madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh, to think it should leave… |
| 8 | 364–419 | 435 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.77 | We follow thee, Iuliet, the County stays. Go Girl, seek happy nights to happy days. What shall this speeh be s… |
| 9 | 420–447 | 489 | T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi | 0.73 | O than I see Queen Mab hath been with you: She is the Fairies Midwife, & she comes in shape no bigger than Aga… |
| 10 | 448–507 | 493 | unassigned | | When good manners, shall lie in one or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. Away with th… |
| 11 | 508–577 | 522 | unassigned | | Content thee gentle Coz, let him alone, A bears him like a portly Gentleman: And to say truth, Verona brags of… |
| 12 | 578–645 | 503 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.75 | Come hither Nurse, What is yond Gentleman: The Son and Heir of old Tiberio. What's he that now is going out of… |
| 13 | 646–709 | 509 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.81 | If Love be blind, Love cannot hit the mark, Now will he sit under a Medler tree, And wish his Mistress were th… |
| 14 | 710–773 | 503 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.85 | What man art thou, that thus bescreened in night So stumblest on my counsel? By a name, I know not how to tell… |
| 15 | 774–842 | 499 | unassigned | | Do not swear at all: Or if thou wilt swear by thy gracious self, Which is the God of my Idolatry, And I'll bel… |
| 16 | 843–908 | 506 | unassigned | | And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. 'Tis almost morning, I wou… |
| 17 | 909–969 | 502 | unassigned | | God pardon sin: wast thou with Rosaline? With Rosaline, my ghostly Father? No, I have forgot that name, and th… |
| 18 | 970–999 | 512 | unassigned | | Alas poor Romeo, he is already dead stabbed with a white wenches black eye, run through the ear with a Love so… |
| 19 | 1000–1042 | 515 | unassigned | | And is it not well served into a Sweet-Goose? Oh here's a wit of Chevril, that stretches from an inch narrow, … |
| 20 | 1043–1073 | 502 | unassigned | | I saw no man use you at his pleasure: if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you, I dare … |
| 21 | 1074–1124 | 507 | unassigned | | The clock struck nine, when I did send the Nurse, In half an hour she promised to return, Perchance she cannot… |
| 22 | 1125–1187 | 495 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.81 | Where is my Mother? Why she is within, where should she be? How oddly thou repli'st: Your Love says like an ho… |
| 23 | 1188–1219 | 517 | unassigned | | Thou art like one of these fellows, that when he enters the confines of a Tavern, claps me his Sword upon the … |
| 24 | 1220–1276 | 515 | unassigned | | Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw. I do protest I never … |
| 25 | 1277–1345 | 514 | unassigned | | Romeo, away be gone: The Citizens are up, and Tybalt slain, Stand not amazed, the Prince will Doom thee death … |
| 26 | 1346–1413 | 508 | unassigned | | Gallop apace, you fiery footed fleedes, Towards Phoebus' lodging, such a Wagoner As Phaeton would whip you to … |
| 27 | 1414–1483 | 504 | unassigned | | What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughtered? and is Tybalt dead? My dearest Cousin, and my… |
| 28 | 1484–1551 | 493 | unassigned | | Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent When theirs are dry for Romeo's banishment. Take up those… |
| 29 | 1552–1617 | 449 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.82 | Then fond Mad man, hear me speak. O thou wilt speak again of banishment. I'll give thee Armour to keep off tha… |
| 30 | 1618–1675 | 461 | unassigned | | Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art: Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts de… |
| 31 | 1676–1739 | 512 | unassigned | | Go hence, Good-night, and here stands all your state: Either be gone before the watch be set, Or by the break … |
| 32 | 1740–1803 | 503 | unassigned | | Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death, I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say you grey is not the m… |
| 33 | 1804–1865 | 493 | unassigned | | Well Girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the Villain lives which slaughtered him. What Villa… |
| 34 | 1866–1930 | 485 | unassigned | | I sir: But she will none, she gives you thankes, I would the fool were married to her grave. Soft, take me wit… |
| 35 | 1931–1997 | 509 | T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat | 0.83 | Is there no pity sitting in the Clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my Mother cast me not a… |
| 36 | 1998–2057 | 491 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.85 | Happily met, my Lady and my wife. That may be sir, when I may be a wife. That may be, must be Love, on Thursda… |
| 37 | 2058–2115 | 484 | unassigned | | Oh bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From of the Battlements of any Tower, Or walk in thievish ways, or bi… |
| 38 | 2116–2180 | 492 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.87 | Well he may chance to do some good on her, A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. See where she comes from shri… |
| 39 | 2181–2244 | 495 | unassigned | | Lest in this marriage he should be dishonoured, Because he married me before to Romeo? I fear it is, and yet m… |
| 40 | 2245–2311 | 509 | unassigned | | Mistress, what Mistress? Iuliet? Fast I warrant her she. Why Lamb, why Lady? fie you sluggabed, Why Love I say… |
| 41 | 2312–2375 | 500 | unassigned | | Peace ho for shame, confusions: Care lives not In these confusions, heaven and yourself Had part in this fair … |
| 42 | 2376–2442 | 519 | unassigned | | O I cry you mercy, you are the Singer. I will say for you; it is Music with her silver sound, Because Musician… |
| 43 | 2443–2511 | 539 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.82 | Come hither man, I see that thou are poor, Hold, there is forty Ducats, let me have A dram of poison, such soo… |
| 44 | 2512–2573 | 496 | unassigned | | I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the Churchyard, yet I will adventure. Sweet Flower with flowers thy … |
| 45 | 2574–2633 | 487 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.79 | O I am slain, if thou be merciful, Open the Tomb, lay me with Iuliet. In faith I will, let me peruse this face… |
| 46 | 2634–2704 | 486 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.83 | It doth so holy sir, And there's my Master, one that you love. Who is it? Romeo. How long hath he been there? … |
| 47 | 2705–2768 | 487 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.77 | What should it be that they so shriek abroad? O the people in the street cry Romeo. Some Iuliet, and some Pari… |
| 48 | 2769–2827 | 484 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.86 | Returned my Letter back. Then all alone, At the prefixed hour of her waking, Came I to take her from her Kindr… |