| 1 | 0–58 | 451 | unassigned | | FOrtune, not Reason, rules the state of things, Reward goes backwards, Honour on his head; Who is not poor, is… |
| 2 | 59–122 | 513 | unassigned | | Thinkest thou men great in state, motes in the sun? They say so that would have thee freeze in shades, That (l… |
| 3 | 123–189 | 468 | unassigned | | What will he send? some Crowns? It is to sow them Upon my spirit, and make them spring a Crown Worth Millions … |
| 4 | 190–249 | 464 | unassigned | | That I am sir. And have Commanded? ay, and gone without sir. I see the man: A hundred Crowns will make him Swa… |
| 5 | 250–303 | 479 | unassigned | | Assure you cozen Guise, so great a Courtier, So full of majesty and Royal parts, No Queen in Christendom may b… |
| 6 | 304–345 | 471 | unassigned | | If you enter him in our Graces, methinks by his blunt behaviour, he should come out of himself. Has he never b… |
| 7 | 346–385 | 514 | unassigned | | His great heart will not down, 'tis like the Sea That partly by his own internal heat, Partly the star's daily… |
| 8 | 386–446 | 505 | unassigned | | Not sir. Not sir: Though he be not so rich, he's a better man than the best of you; And I will not endure it. … |
| 9 | 447–502 | 443 | T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma | 0.72 | Past there no sort of words at their encounter? As Hector, twixt the Hosts of Greece and Troy, (When Paris and… |
| 10 | 503–562 | 462 | unassigned | | Such, often soonest end. Thy felt report calls on, we long to know On what events the other have arrived. Sorr… |
| 11 | 563–624 | 477 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.84 | O no, my Lord; it would make Cowards fear To touch the reputations of full men, When only they are left to imp… |
| 12 | 625–688 | 506 | unassigned | | alas, love give her joy; I am so far From Envy of her honour, that I swear, Had he encountered me with such pr… |
| 13 | 689–759 | 515 | T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy | 0.89 | Still you stand on your husband, so do all The common sex of you, when you're encountered With one ye cannot f… |
| 14 | 760–823 | 506 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.91 | True my Lord, and never My fruitless love shall let your serious profit, Yet, sweet Lord, do no stay, you know… |
| 15 | 824–883 | 454 | unassigned | | Give me the colour (my most honoured Father) And trust my cunning then to lay it on. 'tis this, good son; Lord… |
| 16 | 884–938 | 456 | unassigned | | O father, but at this suspicious hour You know how apt best men are to suspect us, In any cause, that makes su… |
| 17 | 939–995 | 473 | unassigned | | Sin is a coward Madam, and insults But on our weakness, in his truest valour: And so our ignorance tames us, t… |
| 18 | 996–1053 | 459 | unassigned | | I am in no power earthly, but in yours; To what end should I go to bed my Lord, That wholly missed the comfort… |
| 19 | 1054–1113 | 471 | unassigned | | Fly at him and his brood, I cast thee off, And once more give thee surname of mine Eagle. I'll make you sport … |
| 20 | 1114–1177 | 470 | unassigned | | he's nobly borne. He is not, I am noble. And noblesse in his blood hath no gradation, But in his merit. thouar… |
| 21 | 1178–1227 | 503 | unassigned | | 'tis true my Lord; and as this doting hand, Even out of earth, (like Iuno) struck this giant, So Ioues great o… |
| 22 | 1228–1255 | 473 | unassigned | | D'Ambois? even he my Lord. Dost thou not dream wench? No my Lord, he is the man. The devil he is, and thy Lady… |
| 23 | 1256–1305 | 470 | unassigned | | Is this your portion? even this my Lord. Believe me I cannot riddle it. No my Lord, 'tis my chastity, which yo… |
| 24 | 1306–1364 | 472 | unassigned | | I will not then, and now by all my love Shown to thy virtues, and by all fruits else Already sprung from that … |
| 25 | 1365–1424 | 482 | unassigned | | That ever any man was blessed withal; So here's for me. I think you are (at worst) No devil, since you're like… |
| 26 | 1425–1485 | 458 | unassigned | | But here the Moons are changed (as the King notes) And either men rule in them, or some power Beyond their vol… |
| 27 | 1486–1551 | 482 | unassigned | | Were your King brother in you: all your powers (Stretched in the arms of great men and their bawds) Set close … |
| 28 | 1552–1614 | 484 | unassigned | | What my Lord? The plague of Herod Feast in his rotten entrails. Will you wreak Your angers just cause given by… |
| 29 | 1615–1670 | 458 | unassigned | | I know not, if himself will vaunt t'have been The princely author of the slavish sin, Or any other; he would h… |
| 30 | 1671–1728 | 484 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.80 | we soon will take the darkness from his face That did that deed of darkness; we will know What now the Monsieu… |
| 31 | 1729–1796 | 484 | unassigned | | May we not hear them? No, be still and see. I will go fetch the paper. Do not stir: there's too much distance … |
| 32 | 1797–1858 | 485 | unassigned | | Will he appear to me, when I invoke him? He will: be sure. It must be shortly then: For his dark words have ti… |
| 33 | 1859–1921 | 504 | T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation | 0.77 | It is a damned work to pursue those secrets, That would ope more sin, and prove springs of slaughter; Nor is't… |
| 34 | 1922–1982 | 446 | unassigned | | O good my Lord forbear In wreak of great sins, to engender greater, And make my loves corruption generate murd… |
| 35 | 1983–2041 | 454 | unassigned | | O who is turned into my Lord and husband? Husband? My Lord? None but my Lord and husband. Heaven, I ask thee r… |
| 36 | 2042–2105 | 451 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.85 | What dismal change is here? the good old Friar Is murdered; being made known to serve my love; Note what he wa… |
| 37 | 2106–2163 | 460 | unassigned | | I must fare well, however: though I die My death consenting with his augury; Should not my powers obey, when s… |
| 38 | 2164–2227 | 526 | unassigned | | He that observes, but like a worldly man, That which doth oft succeed, and by th'events Values the worth of th… |
| 39 | 2228–2288 | 472 | T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho | 0.76 | They come. Come all at once. Back coward murderers, back. Defend us heaven. Come ye not on? No, slave, nor goe… |
| 40 | 2289–2350 | 467 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.72 | Takes on her swarthy shoulders, Hecate Crowned with a grove of oaks: fly where men feel The burning axle-tree:… |
| 41 | 2351–2415 | 525 | unassigned | | O wretched piety, that art so distract In thine own constancy; and in thy right Must be unrighteous: if I righ… |