| 1 | 0–36 | 460 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.75 | WHat hoe, where are these paltry Players? still poring in their papers and never perfect? for shame come forth… |
| 2 | 37–49 | 483 | unassigned | | A Heavy purse makes a light heart: O the consideration of this pouch, this pouch! Why he that has money, has h… |
| 3 | 50–78 | 520 | unassigned | | Tush, what care I for that? so he have lands and living enough, my daughter has bringing up will serve them bo… |
| 4 | 79–122 | 480 | unassigned | | Well, I'll make the beggarly knaves to pack for this: I'll have it every cross, income and Rent too. But stay … |
| 5 | 123–185 | 543 | T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses | 0.76 | Optatis non est spes ulla potiri: Yet Phoebus send down thy tralucent beams, Behold the earth that mourns in s… |
| 6 | 186–239 | 513 | unassigned | | As joys the weary Pilgrim by the way, When Phoebus' waves unto the western deep, To summon him to his desired … |
| 7 | 240–284 | 504 | unassigned | | Come, come, let me end this controversy. Prithee go thy ways in, & bid the boy bring a cup of Sack here for my… |
| 8 | 285–329 | 511 | unassigned | | Yes I know, for I am sure I saw them close together at Pupnoddie, in her Closet. But I am sure she loves not h… |
| 9 | 330–374 | 450 | unassigned | | How now sirrah, what make you here, with all that timber in your neck? Timber? Sounds, I think he be a witch, … |
| 10 | 375–418 | 486 | unassigned | | Marry thus Sir: I am of late grown passing familiar with M. Gripe, And for Ploddall he takes me for his second… |
| 11 | 419–459 | 476 | unassigned | | Why Mother? what will she not do? Faith she neither did nor does, nor will do any thing: Send her tuth market … |
| 12 | 460–503 | 485 | unassigned | | What's the matter quotha? Faith I ha' been in a fair taking, for you, a bot's on you. For other day after I ha… |
| 13 | 504–549 | 500 | unassigned | | Let me seeet, and thou shalt see what I'll say to thee. Well, follow my counsel and I'll warrant thee, I'll gi… |
| 14 | 550–599 | 492 | unassigned | | Thanks gentle Sir. But truce a while, here comes her Father, I must speak a word or two with him. I he'll give… |
| 15 | 600–643 | 472 | unassigned | | Why, how now Mistress; what, is it love that makes you weep, and toss and turn so a-nights when you are in bed… |
| 16 | 644–690 | 491 | T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig | 0.75 | It's no matter what you say. For my father told me thus much before I came, that you would be something nice a… |
| 17 | 691–746 | 505 | unassigned | | So Lelia shall accept thee as her friend: meanwhile, Nurse let's in: My long absence I know, will make my fath… |
| 18 | 747–802 | 504 | unassigned | | To scar the Scholar: You shall see, I'll make fine sport with him. They say, that every day he keeps his walk … |
| 19 | 803–843 | 475 | unassigned | | Nay William pray ye be not angry, you must bear with old folks, They be old and tasty, hot and hasty: set not … |
| 20 | 844–889 | 518 | unassigned | | Will she not? why how now I say? What? you puling peevish thing, you untoward baggage? Will you not be ruled b… |
| 21 | 890–954 | 507 | unassigned | | ay, and of those that are scarce able to pay, Take the one half and forgive them the other, rather than sit ou… |
| 22 | 955–1019 | 494 | unassigned | | satires sing, let sorrow keep her Cell, Let warbling Echoes ring, And sounding music yell Through hills, throu… |
| 23 | 1020–1064 | 517 | unassigned | | My want of wealth is author of my grief, Your father says, my state is too, too low. I am no hobby bred; I may… |
| 24 | 1065–1117 | 504 | unassigned | | Why Nurse, I am sure that Lelia hears from Once a day at least by Churms the Lawyer, Who is his only friend. W… |
| 25 | 1118–1168 | 523 | unassigned | | And bear her this from me: And with this ring bid her receive my heart. My heart? alas, my heart I cannot give… |
| 26 | 1169–1199 | 508 | T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma | 0.84 | Let him alone Peter, I'll temper him well enough. Sa, I heare say you must be married shortly, I'll make you p… |
| 27 | 1200–1231 | 489 | unassigned | | Nay William, we would be loath to trouble you: but you shall have our company there. Faith you shall be very h… |
| 28 | 1232–1291 | 452 | unassigned | | Faith a whole sackful of news: You love Sophos and Sophos loves you; And Peter Ploddall loves you, and you lov… |
| 29 | 1292–1351 | 493 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.82 | This ring my brother sent I know right well, But this my true love pledge I more esteem Then all the golden mi… |
| 30 | 1352–1401 | 475 | unassigned | | And at that time I will not fail, In that or aught may make for our avail. But what if Sophos should meet you … |
| 31 | 1402–1452 | 488 | T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma | 0.80 | Marry I'll tell you why. Upon the morrow after the blessed new year, I came trip, trip, trip, over the Market … |
| 32 | 1453–1502 | 466 | T26 Devils, hell and fiends | 0.87 | 'tis impossible: her Father, man, her father, he's all for Peter Ploddall. Should I but see that Ploddall offe… |
| 33 | 1503–1561 | 480 | T26 Devils, hell and fiends | 0.77 | O I will Sit: Although in some places, I bear the title of a scurvy gentleman: By birth I am a boat writes son… |
| 34 | 1562–1619 | 467 | unassigned | | Nay, she it is that I expect so long. Then sit we down until we hear more news: This but a prologue to our pla… |
| 35 | 1620–1682 | 504 | unassigned | | A crafty knave was never so beguiled. Now Sophos hopes have had their lucky haps, And he enjoys the presence o… |
| 36 | 1683–1729 | 509 | T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing | 0.80 | Faith, the world goes I cannot tell how: How speed you with your wench? I would the wench were at the Devil: A… |
| 37 | 1730–1782 | 508 | unassigned | | Master, nay pray you do not run mad: I'll tell you good news: My young Master Fortunatus is come home: and see… |
| 38 | 1783–1839 | 494 | unassigned | | Now, by cock and pie, you never spoke a truer word in your life, he's a very kind gentleman: For last time he … |
| 39 | 1840–1887 | 499 | unassigned | | Marry Sir, my case was a goose's case: For my dog worried my neighbour's sow, and the sow died. And he sued yo… |
| 40 | 1888–1948 | 495 | unassigned | | Master, here comes your son again. Is Fortunatus there? Welcome Fortunatus: where's Sophos? Here Sophos is, as… |