| 1 | 0–68 | 508 | unassigned | | HOw is it Melibaeus that we find Our Country, fair, Arcadia, so much changed From what it was, that was thou k… |
| 2 | 69–129 | 491 | unassigned | | Content Ergastus, and even here will be A place convenient for so fit a work: For here our nymphs, and herdsme… |
| 3 | 130–192 | 500 | unassigned | | As Silvia, one day, sat with her alone, Binding of certain choice selected herbs To her left arm, against bewi… |
| 4 | 193–256 | 505 | unassigned | | Alas poor fools, how hotly they contend Who shall possess a prey that's yet ungot. But Techne, I must by thy h… |
| 5 | 257–325 | 525 | unassigned | | Well, well, Dorinda shall not wail alone, She shall have others to consort her moan: For since my late return … |
| 6 | 326–388 | 498 | unassigned | | A man the fitter made for Courts abroad, Where I would God he had remained still, With those loose-living want… |
| 7 | 389–442 | 449 | unassigned | | Is't possible Palemon should b'untrue? 'Tis possible, Palaemon is untrue. If it be so, dear Silvia, I think th… |
| 8 | 443–496 | 452 | unassigned | | And seemed as if he would have thrown him off: And as I thought, was now upon the point: When my affrighted po… |
| 9 | 497–556 | 503 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.78 | Why it was Colax, one I know full well would not report untruths to gain the world, A man of virtue, and of wo… |
| 10 | 557–618 | 510 | unassigned | | Then trust me Cloris he doth wrong you much: For he produced it there in open sight, And vaunted to Carinus, t… |
| 11 | 619–681 | 506 | unassigned | | Nought else, it is enough he be a man. Yea and so rare a man as ever yet Arcadia bred, that may be proud she b… |
| 12 | 682–744 | 511 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.82 | No Cloris, I presume that wit of yours. That is so piercive, can conceive how that Our promise must not prejud… |
| 13 | 745–808 | 506 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.66 | And with how clean a heart, how clear a faith Palaemon loved Silvia, and how long. And when consumed with grie… |
| 14 | 809–869 | 503 | unassigned | | Why cannot we make at a lower rate A purchase of you, but that we must give The treasure of our hearts, and ye… |
| 15 | 870–934 | 475 | unassigned | | Ah good Palaemon cease these sad complaints, And moderate thy passions, thou shalt see She may return, and the… |
| 16 | 935–998 | 484 | unassigned | | Well met good Alcon, this falls happily, That we two thus encounter all alone, Who had not any conference scar… |
| 17 | 999–1056 | 474 | unassigned | | This peace of theirs, is not like others peace Where craft lays traps t'enrich itself with wiles, And men make… |
| 18 | 1057–1122 | 483 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.74 | 'tis true friend Alcon, he that hath once goat Th'Elixir of opinion hath got all, And he's th'man that turns h… |
| 19 | 1123–1192 | 489 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.79 | 'tis true, and now to see with what a strange And gluttonous desire, th'exhaust the same How infinite, and how… |
| 20 | 1193–1249 | 473 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.78 | I pray Sir, let me take of that you gave, To Phillis th'other day, for that she said, Did comfort wondrously, … |
| 21 | 1250–1309 | 494 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.78 | 'Tis as I tell you, Colax, sh' is as coy And hath as shrewd a spirit, as quick conceit As ever wench I broked … |
| 22 | 1310–1363 | 454 | unassigned | | Now fie Amyntas, why should you thus grieve For a most foolish way ward girl, that scorns Your honest love, an… |
| 23 | 1364–1427 | 499 | unassigned | | Yes something else will grieve your heart to see: But you must be content, and think yourself Are not the firs… |
| 24 | 1428–1487 | 507 | unassigned | | Think? whereon should you think? youhave thought enough And too too much, on such a one as she. Whom now you s… |
| 25 | 1488–1550 | 513 | unassigned | | The villain use my name, and she return The same again in very earnest sort, Which could be for no good I know… |
| 26 | 1551–1614 | 516 | unassigned | | 'tis true indeed you say, I am beloved, Sweet Amarillis, and perhaps much more Than I would be: plenty doth ma… |
| 27 | 1615–1678 | 511 | unassigned | | Indeed and I had like so this last night, Had I not looked with such an angry eye, And frowned so sour that I … |
| 28 | 1679–1739 | 508 | unassigned | | Well well come on to put us from this talk, Let us devise some sport to pass the time. Faith I have no great l… |
| 29 | 1740–1802 | 516 | unassigned | | I dreamed, that having gone to gather flowers, And weary of my work, reposing me Upon a bank near to a rivers … |
| 30 | 1803–1862 | 498 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.75 | Ah go, go Cloris, haste away with speed. Why whether should I go? I know not where To find him now, and if he … |
| 31 | 1863–1922 | 489 | unassigned | | And yet what need I marvel, who have thus Chased him from me with frowns, and usage vile, And fondly left the … |
| 32 | 1923–1977 | 461 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.78 | What mean you Amarillis in this sort By taking up my dog to mar my sport? My dear Carinus thou dost much mista… |
| 33 | 1978–2038 | 489 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.76 | Why there is no such odds twixt her and me, I am a Nymph, 'tis known as well as she. There is no other differe… |
| 34 | 2039–2097 | 485 | unassigned | | But none could find: at last by chance we spied A little horn which he had slung aside, Whereby we guessed he … |
| 35 | 2098–2156 | 488 | unassigned | | But yet at length, as if those dainty hands, Had had a power to have awakened death, We might perceive him mov… |
| 36 | 2157–2225 | 512 | unassigned | | You gentle Shepherds and inhabitors Of these remote, and solitary parts Of mountainous Arcadiae, shut up here … |
| 37 | 2226–2288 | 475 | unassigned | | But there are two the most pernicious spirit; The world I think did ever yet produce. Colax and Techne, two su… |
| 38 | 2289–2346 | 469 | unassigned | | Palaemon, nay the greater wrong you do. Alas we know well where the wrong doth lie. I know you do, and all the… |
| 39 | 2347–2406 | 474 | unassigned | | Is't possible, and is this true you say, And do I live, and do I see the day? Ah then come Silvia, for I find … |
| 40 | 2407–2468 | 491 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.76 | Dorinda then I likewise have my bliss And reckon all the sufferings I have passed Worthy of thee to have this … |
| 41 | 2469–2535 | 505 | unassigned | | Yea and I doubt not whilst there shallbe found Fantastic puling wenches in the world, But I shall flourish, an… |