| 1 | 0–20 | 500 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.75 | HOW now gallants, what ist? what ist? The I'll of Guls. The I'll of Gulls, what should that be? A play by the … |
| 2 | 21–36 | 510 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.86 | All that's nothing to me, and there be not Wormwood water and Copperes in't, I'll not like it, should Apollo w… |
| 3 | 37–76 | 486 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.84 | Why dost think thy audience like a flock of sheep, that one cannot leap over a hedge, but all the rest will fo… |
| 4 | 77–108 | 492 | unassigned | | A prize, a prize, rare work for Fencers. What coward would not venture a cracked crown for such a booty? To th… |
| 5 | 109–132 | 512 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.80 | I am not Secretary to his thoughts, but the general rumour is, that out of the freeness of his spirit, he hath… |
| 6 | 133–161 | 513 | unassigned | | That fellow's pocket is like a Tailor's hell, it eats up part of every man's due: 'tis an Executioner, and mak… |
| 7 | 162–180 | 501 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.86 | You see how confidently we presume upon your Letters promise, in furthering us to attain the lover's prize. Th… |
| 8 | 181–225 | 507 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.83 | And let our discourse go so smoothly apparelled, that it move not the patience of the most tender ear. About i… |
| 9 | 226–251 | 497 | unassigned | | Well Madam, though I hate nothing more than a man that takes bribes, yet pressed by your importunity, and that… |
| 10 | 252–299 | 491 | unassigned | | Your will sir. You have left many Countries behind you in seeking your friend Lisander, and yet you cannot fin… |
| 11 | 300–329 | 497 | unassigned | | Faith sit he hath entered his action in Cutids' Court, and means to proceed in the suit it should seem. Why di… |
| 12 | 330–365 | 498 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.72 | Meaning the gold. What shall I call thy name? Dorus an't like your worship. Ah, good Dorus, be an honest youth… |
| 13 | 366–404 | 518 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.76 | So was the end of ours to live in peace, And not to tyrannize on harmless beasts, But Foresters, like Images s… |
| 14 | 405–451 | 517 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.74 | As a thief in a mill father, we thank our redeemers▪ The more my grief, were you surprised then madam? Yes fai… |
| 15 | 452–469 | 505 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.78 | I weigh thy cumbrances by my own, for though by the duke's allowance I am her privileged attendant, yet such i… |
| 16 | 470–514 | 507 | unassigned | | Court me, court a woman my Liege? Why that's the very happiness of the jest, but in any case confess thyself a… |
| 17 | 515–555 | 504 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.78 | Thank you good wife; nay, and a Duchess long to give her husband the horning, let it never grieve Butchers to … |
| 18 | 556–605 | 488 | unassigned | | You must take heed you crack not too many too, for you may surfeit of the stone as well as of the cherry. Nay … |
| 19 | 606–631 | 507 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.77 | My bed-mate turned, and as he would ha' spoke, I sweat with fear, and in that fear I work, But seeing my kind … |
| 20 | 632–643 | 508 | unassigned | | I mean let fall some comfortable looks on your suitor. Sgod mend me, i'll let fall or take up any thing I have… |
| 21 | 644–687 | 517 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.84 | And were I Demetrius and you Hippolita, I would deceive Dametas, outreach Miso, forswear Mopsa, and forsake Ar… |
| 22 | 688–752 | 516 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.75 | Daughter, your bowl wins one. None of my Maidenhead father, I am gone, The Amazon hath won one. Yield to that.… |
| 23 | 753–780 | 508 | unassigned | | Welcome Dametas: what officious fellow is that? A pure well willer of your Majesties, and a follower of mine. … |
| 24 | 781–822 | 500 | T13 Knights, squires and ladies | 0.82 | T'would put the poor Wenches out of conceit with themselves, and there should not be some contending for them.… |
| 25 | 823–858 | 496 | unassigned | | Take it this, in a word honest Shepherd, and thy Lord's daughter Madam Mopsa, are man and wife. Man, and woman… |
| 26 | 859–881 | 498 | unassigned | | Goodly ones indeed: but leaving this highway of circumstance; I sent you for Manasses. The learned Scribe atte… |
| 27 | 882–896 | 508 | unassigned | | As your Adamant: think you 'twas fear made me keep out? no 'twas hope of these flattering sweet lipped drabs. … |
| 28 | 897–911 | 499 | T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan | 0.70 | Me thinks Poets of all men should not edify, they are so envious. One to another, to nobody else: a Proud Poet… |
| 29 | 912–930 | 498 | unassigned | | Art crossed in a suit at Court? or what's the matter? speak. I'll acquaint your Honour: I hope no other ear ov… |
| 30 | 931–949 | 496 | unassigned | | That's past my cunning, the old Fox has more holes than one to hide's head in: But not to go long about the bu… |
| 31 | 950–979 | 503 | unassigned | | If thou dost not hit the mark then, thou art a very bungler: but where is my father? Why I have sent him and y… |
| 32 | 980–1003 | 487 | unassigned | | So farewell thought I, I have prepared you a Zelmane's answerable to your expectation. Then triumph in thy wil… |
| 33 | 1004–1033 | 488 | unassigned | | Lisander and Demetrius? stand close, of my life we are come to the birth of some notable knavery. How blows th… |
| 34 | 1034–1053 | 489 | unassigned | | His foil will appear the more palpable, and your conquest the more applausible, where shall we receive the Lad… |
| 35 | 1054–1073 | 504 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.72 | Hear thee? I have heard too much of thee, too too much, too much, where's my husband? bring forth my husband, … |
| 36 | 1074–1094 | 508 | unassigned | | I'll put out one million to use, after the rate of seven score to the hundreth: and yet I want, no fie, for th… |
| 37 | 1095–1133 | 504 | unassigned | | Hide your heads, the terrible curse comes like a stone upon you. Rancour, spite, malice, hate, and all disaste… |
| 38 | 1134–1187 | 500 | unassigned | | Your daughter? I'll slit her nose by this light, and she were ten Ladies, 'twas not for nothing my husband sai… |
| 39 | 1188–1236 | 511 | unassigned | | See how his arms, like precious Phoenix wings, Spread to embrace me. Now the Cuckoo sings; Those amorous arms … |
| 40 | 1237–1275 | 517 | unassigned | | Nay and ye can do't well enough yourself, I care for neither of them both, but indeed I love to have a thing w… |
| 41 | 1276–1318 | 520 | unassigned | | Mopsa? O insufferable wrong, make thine own natural child thy Bawd? Here's an excellent pattern for wives to l… |
| 42 | 1319–1347 | 504 | T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim | 0.79 | At the very push of invention, and went off clear untouched. And could you draw no blood of their wits? Not a … |
| 43 | 1348–1385 | 486 | unassigned | | Never wet a finger by this Sun. Then she helped you with one dry jest or another, but and we may be so bold: f… |