| 1 | 0–57 | 476 | unassigned | | LEt Fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live registered upon our brazen Tombs, And then grace us in the … |
| 2 | 58–121 | 518 | unassigned | | Come on then, I will swear to study so, To know the thing I am forbid to know: As thus, to study where I well … |
| 3 | 122–185 | 512 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.74 | Four days ago. Let's see the penalty. On pain of losing her tongue. Who devised this penalty? Marry that did I… |
| 4 | 186–211 | 511 | T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation | 0.67 | How low soever the matter, I hope in God for high words. A high hope for a low heaven, God grant us patience. … |
| 5 | 212–263 | 524 | unassigned | | For Iaquenetta (so is the weaker vessel called) which I apprehended with the aforesaid Swain, I keeper her as … |
| 6 | 264–304 | 528 | unassigned | | How many is one thrice told? I am ill at reckoning, it fits the spirit of a Tapster. You are a gentleman and a… |
| 7 | 305–336 | 507 | unassigned | | I will have that subject newly writ over, that I may example my digression by some mighty precedent. Boy, I do… |
| 8 | 337–399 | 478 | unassigned | | Now Madam summon up your dearest spirits, Consider who the King your father sends: To whom he sends, and what'… |
| 9 | 400–462 | 483 | unassigned | | Another of these Students at that time, Was there with him, as I have heard a truth. Berowne they call him, bu… |
| 10 | 463–533 | 498 | unassigned | | Madame, your father here doth intimate, The payment of a hundred thousand Crowns, Being but th' one half, of a… |
| 11 | 534–601 | 498 | unassigned | | A woman sometimes, if you saw her in the light. Perchance light in the light: I desire her name. She hath but … |
| 12 | 602–642 | 499 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.79 | You are too hard for me. Warble child, make passionate my sense of hearing. Concolinel. Sweet Air, go tenderne… |
| 13 | 643–683 | 488 | unassigned | | A wonder Master, here's a Costard broken in a shin. Some enigma, some riddle, come, thy Envoy begin. No enigma… |
| 14 | 684–743 | 477 | unassigned | | O my good knave Costard, exceedingly well met. Pray you sir, How much Carnation Ribbon may a man buy for a rem… |
| 15 | 744–803 | 478 | unassigned | | I know not, but I think it was not he. Who ere a was, a showed a mounting mind: Well Lords, to day we shall ha… |
| 16 | 804–836 | 487 | unassigned | | BY heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible: true that thou art beauteous, truth itself that thou art lo… |
| 17 | 837–872 | 475 | unassigned | | You still wrangle with her Boyet, and she strikes at the brow. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit her no… |
| 18 | 873–904 | 471 | unassigned | | I said the Dear was not a haud credo, 'twas a Pricket. Twice sod simplicity, his coctus, O thou monster Ignora… |
| 19 | 905–933 | 498 | unassigned | | Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so may my parishioners, for their Sons are well tutored by you, and their … |
| 20 | 934–950 | 472 | unassigned | | Sir Holofernes, this Berowne is one of the Votaries with the King, and here he hath framed a Letter to a seque… |
| 21 | 951–1010 | 495 | unassigned | | So sweet a kiss the golden Sun gives not, To those fresh morning drops upon the Rose, As thy eye beams, when t… |
| 22 | 1011–1077 | 489 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.75 | By earth she is not, corporal, there you lie. Her Amber hairs for foul hath amber coted. An Amber coloured Rav… |
| 23 | 1078–1139 | 494 | unassigned | | Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy. Ah good my Liege, I pray thee pardon me. Good heart, What grace hast thou … |
| 24 | 1140–1201 | 493 | unassigned | | Now the number is even. True true, we are four: will these Turtles be gone? Hence sirs, away. Walk aside the t… |
| 25 | 1202–1263 | 482 | unassigned | | 'Twere good yours did: for sir to tell you plain, I'll find a fairer face not washed to day. I'll prove her fa… |
| 26 | 1264–1320 | 487 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.76 | Above their functions and their offices. It adds a precious seeing to the eye: A Lover's eyes will gaze an Eag… |
| 27 | 1321–1355 | 499 | unassigned | | Novi hominum tanquam te, His humour is lofty, his discourse peremptory: his tongue filled, his eye ambitious, … |
| 28 | 1356–1373 | 501 | unassigned | | Sir, it is the Kings most sweet pleasure and affection, to congratulate the Princess at her Pavilion, in the p… |
| 29 | 1374–1430 | 499 | unassigned | | I'll make one in a dance, or so: or I will play on the taber to the Worthies, & let them dance the hey. Most D… |
| 30 | 1431–1493 | 503 | unassigned | | We are wise girls to mock our Lovers so. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. That same Berowne i'll t… |
| 31 | 1494–1560 | 506 | unassigned | | They do, they do; and are appareled thus, Like Muscovites, or Russians, as I guess. Their purpose is to parley… |
| 32 | 1561–1632 | 512 | unassigned | | They say that they have measured many a mile, To tread a Measure with you on this grass. It is not so. Ask the… |
| 33 | 1633–1701 | 513 | unassigned | | Veal quoth the Dutchman: is not Veal a Calf? A Calf fair Lady? No, a fair Lord Calf. Let's part the word. No, … |
| 34 | 1702–1764 | 512 | unassigned | | Gone to her Tent. Please it your Majesty command me any service to her? That she vouchsafe me audience for one… |
| 35 | 1765–1829 | 509 | unassigned | | This jest is dry to me. Gentle sweet, Your wits makes wise things foolish when we greet With eyes best seeing,… |
| 36 | 1830–1891 | 511 | unassigned | | Madam, I was. And were you well advised? I was fair Madam. When you then were here, What did you whisper in yo… |
| 37 | 1892–1937 | 508 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.75 | O Lord sir, it were pity you should get your living by reckoning sir. How much is it? O Lord sir, the parties … |
| 38 | 1938–1997 | 508 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.74 | When in the world I lived, I was the world's Commander: By East, West, North, & South, I spread my conquering … |
| 39 | 1998–2059 | 512 | T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma | 0.74 | Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this. But is this Hector? I think Hector was not so leane timbered. His … |
| 40 | 2060–2126 | 514 | unassigned | | Even so: My tale is told. Worthies away, the Scene begins to cloud. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: … |
| 41 | 2127–2194 | 540 | unassigned | | A time me thinks too short, To make a world-without-end bargain in; No, no my Lord, your Grace is perjured muc… |
| 42 | 2195–2268 | 522 | unassigned | | To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be, it is impossible. Mirth cannot move a soul in agon… |