| 1 | 0–66 | 491 | unassigned | | Duke Rodorick, and my noble cousin Flanders: Are your Battalions ready for the charge? Ten thousand men of Orl… |
| 2 | 67–131 | 486 | unassigned | | Or rather comes it (Lewes) from thy soul? Thy Philip, the true Image of thyself? Thy Katharina, thy hearts chi… |
| 3 | 132–183 | 519 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.80 | Peter de Lions is your Lordship's servant, A boon companion, and a lusty Knave: He is in love with Bellamira's… |
| 4 | 184–250 | 539 | unassigned | | Pity such true love, which like blessed seed, Sown in such fertile soil, his princely breast, By the rough sto… |
| 5 | 251–302 | 475 | unassigned | | Prince Ferdinand, and honoured English Pembroke, Now by S. Denis, welcome. One run straight, And give our daug… |
| 6 | 303–364 | 472 | unassigned | | Thus did the Greeks, when they begird the walls Of strong built Troy, sometimes with friendly check Entertain … |
| 7 | 365–426 | 478 | unassigned | | So puissant in his fortitude with men, And daunted with a silly woman's looks? How can that be? Yes, when you … |
| 8 | 427–478 | 508 | unassigned | | Thou hast done well indeed, in every part Thou showst complete & cunning workmanship: His eye, his lip, his ch… |
| 9 | 479–488 | 524 | unassigned | | A pox a peace, it keeps our Ancient whole; but s'hart our gaberdines go to wrack: but foutra: 'tis well known,… |
| 10 | 489–513 | 478 | T8 Captains, gallants and cheats | 0.74 | Thomasin, you know me, I hate prolixity: in a word, my humour is thus, I love you. And I do not spoil that hum… |
| 11 | 514–577 | 510 | T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi | 0.84 | Never fear (General) if Iulius Caesar rise up against us, ere he do my Lord any wrong, zounds, i'll be cut sma… |
| 12 | 578–644 | 495 | unassigned | | Were it to search the furthest Northern clime, Where frosty Hiems with an icy Mace, Strikes dead all living th… |
| 13 | 645–711 | 486 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.77 | I go, my Lord. Now blessed key, open unto my love, Do more than loving lines or words can do: My letters have … |
| 14 | 712–782 | 485 | unassigned | | Or force that sparkling beauty from your face. Look not so fiercely, nor cry out for help: For if you do, this… |
| 15 | 783–856 | 489 | unassigned | | I say not so. The garments that she wears, mine eye should know. What Lady's this that hides her heavenly face… |
| 16 | 857–895 | 488 | unassigned | | Oh, my dear son, Thou makest me famous by thy loyalty. I never heard the like. Pen never writ. A worthier Stor… |
| 17 | 896–927 | 474 | T8 Captains, gallants and cheats | 0.76 | Who's there? Dick Bowyer? Some call me so, what then? Pembroke salutes thee. Oh, good morrow, my Lord, good mo… |
| 18 | 928–964 | 470 | T8 Captains, gallants and cheats | 0.80 | My name's Dick Bowyer. Then, master Dick Bowyer, after my hearty commendations, adieu: but as for the rest, I … |
| 19 | 965–1028 | 487 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.76 | A sorry argument to kill your friend. I must have better reason than your will, Or i'll not draw upon my Ferdi… |
| 20 | 1029–1079 | 483 | unassigned | | How full of pleasure is this Forest life! My Park I liken to a Common wealth, In which, my Bucks and Does are … |
| 21 | 1080–1137 | 466 | unassigned | | Well, I were best be going, now I am so fairly offered. Mistress, your reward hath stopped my tears, and entic… |
| 22 | 1138–1213 | 503 | unassigned | | To hunt him for revenge. The darkest angle of this universe, Shall not contain him through the bounded world: … |
| 23 | 1214–1283 | 510 | unassigned | | He did a deed of merit and of fame, Poisoned the Sister of a ravisher, A Tarquin, an incestuous Tereus, And ou… |
| 24 | 1284–1350 | 514 | unassigned | | Farewell, kind Host: & now let me embrace This empty Monument of my lost friend. Oh! were't so happy to enshri… |
| 25 | 1351–1414 | 506 | unassigned | | You did not hear me say 'twas Pembroke, Madam: What is become of him, I do not know, Nor greatly care, since h… |
| 26 | 1415–1472 | 515 | unassigned | | That ruthless mind, that iron savage heart, So greatly loved, and so little loving, Breathes in this breast, '… |
| 27 | 1473–1531 | 518 | unassigned | | For love of Ferdinand your princely brother, Whose Hearse he guards in honourable Arms. Is this my brother's H… |
| 28 | 1532–1592 | 518 | unassigned | | Imperial France, give Bourbon leave to try The hazard of a combat with this Boaster. Dispatch, Navarre, one of… |
| 29 | 1593–1659 | 505 | unassigned | | 'tis false, and we'll maintain it with our swords. 'tis true, and we'll maintain it with our swords. By heaven… |
| 30 | 1660–1729 | 521 | unassigned | | His, whilst he lived, that of the world's increase, Was the most loyal friend, and valiant Knight: Which thou … |
| 31 | 1730–1791 | 484 | unassigned | | Content, I hold your counsel for the best: we'll once conclude our sorrows with a jest. Soft, there's a cushen… |
| 32 | 1792–1855 | 482 | unassigned | | Why, the heat's great, It burns in our Armour as we march. It burns the enemy as well as we. It warms our Sold… |
| 33 | 1856–1922 | 504 | unassigned | | Why, that this place is death, As being thy Tent, environed with thy slaves; Where if I kill thee, 'tis imposs… |
| 34 | 1923–1985 | 517 | unassigned | | That Rodorick is a perfect villain turned: For though he guided me unto his Tent, And gave his liking that the… |
| 35 | 1986–2044 | 513 | unassigned | | Are you grown insolent? For one light puff of fortune proves it so▪ Nay, than our swords turn to your overthro… |
| 36 | 2045–2085 | 507 | unassigned | | By heaven agreed. Here Pembroke takes his stand: Come France and all the world, I will not start, Till Philip'… |
| 37 | 2086–2154 | 500 | unassigned | | False Ferdinand his son, ravished our child. Now by my Knighthood, honour, and this gage, France, i'll approve… |
| 38 | 2155–2218 | 511 | unassigned | | Had I my Katharina once again, Our joy were then stretched to the highest strain: But she was ravished, and th… |