| 1 | 0–77 | 506 | unassigned | | divine invention, O how I could hug, And like an amorous Lover court thy beauty, That crown'st me King of plea… |
| 2 | 78–153 | 507 | T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation | 0.74 | Grows here, whoever broached the wine, The butt stands here, my forehead bears the sign, It merits none, the s… |
| 3 | 154–227 | 508 | T11 Siblings, kin and confidants | 0.69 | Wrong not the Law. I cannot, 'tis divine: And i'll compare it to a golden chain, That links the body of a comm… |
| 4 | 228–261 | 485 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.76 | What was the cause? I tell thee, the most wrong Was this, my Avarice thought she lived too long. I know one ma… |
| 5 | 262–300 | 484 | unassigned | | Or rather to catch a quick Eel by the— Teeth, as I have done you sir? Nay, and you break jests a my teeth once… |
| 6 | 301–353 | 487 | unassigned | | This same strange thing i'th' likeness of a woman, Tastes of much wit, though I not love her sex, I'll arm my … |
| 7 | 354–381 | 496 | unassigned | | Well Iulio, howe'er you juggle, if you do agree, You must be pleased to wear the keeper's fee. Exennt Sir, I d… |
| 8 | 382–454 | 502 | unassigned | | I like not this, 'tis neither right nor straight done with no law-trick, nor no good conceit, but here 'a come… |
| 9 | 455–501 | 496 | T6 Money, debt and credit | 0.74 | Your reason Adam. I knew one of that faculty in one term eat up a hole Town, Church, Steeple and all. I wonder… |
| 10 | 502–574 | 485 | unassigned | | Madam, my Uncle out of tender-love, Better to shun all scandalous suspect, That might attend on our unsuiting … |
| 11 | 575–629 | 484 | T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy | 0.77 | This my discourse intends, Were husband's Saints, some wives would have close friends. Some bade perhaps, but—… |
| 12 | 630–665 | 496 | unassigned | | Thou art the Star, by whom my fate is led, My shame's so public, i'd fain hide my head. current in Law, & how … |
| 13 | 666–740 | 489 | unassigned | | i'faith. For how long? Till death. O deadly lie. I'll tell you just how long, love's bred i'th' blood, Prosper… |
| 14 | 741–795 | 486 | unassigned | | Close, cock, sure, be wise, They only thrive that best can temporize. A rare vault by this light, and never de… |
| 15 | 796–843 | 482 | unassigned | | I'll swear a shall not, gentle Prince be short, Length kills the heart of the most feeling sport. Well Maiden,… |
| 16 | 844–917 | 495 | unassigned | | 'mongst her lustful Mates, She shames not to give out, that by your greatness, knowledge, credit, and friends … |
| 17 | 918–983 | 498 | unassigned | | Come, these words of course My fame, mine honour, and my dear respect: Are but like Ignes fatui to delude, Gre… |
| 18 | 984–1031 | 486 | unassigned | | Then God for me: what make I so near? Good action, you shall not remove, I learned that phrase of mine uncle, … |
| 19 | 1032–1089 | 500 | unassigned | | Thou shouldst have said so to a Porter that's heavy loaden. But come, sit, sit in council, let's devise How to… |
| 20 | 1090–1118 | 502 | T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim | 0.73 | On Mules and she Asses. Down with that Adam. But, for my train, for a Page with Pages, Maintain a hundred Gall… |
| 21 | 1119–1144 | 491 | unassigned | | And I do not, let me die of the bastinado. Lords, make a stand, I wonder that our Son glads not our wished arr… |
| 22 | 1145–1186 | 478 | T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation | 0.70 | What a strange tale is here? of floods and hills of Charing-Cross, Terms, and I know not what? and when I look… |
| 23 | 1187–1219 | 475 | unassigned | | O would a were, then should not Genoa's Crown, For want of strong supportance be priest down. I not enough, th… |
| 24 | 1220–1291 | 491 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.73 | What is a man? heart a the Devil mere fools, His rich invention, Machiavellian plots: Idle illusive antic fant… |
| 25 | 1292–1357 | 502 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.86 | I cannot rest, my guilt keeps ope mine eyes. My passion rips my bosom, and my blood Is turned to poisoned wate… |
| 26 | 1358–1419 | 503 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.82 | The bane of murder is despair and hell. Was ever poor little knave put to his last trumps as I am? what shall … |
| 27 | 1420–1464 | 505 | unassigned | | How so ere it prove, I mean to try the utmost of his wit, To see how quaintly he can bear himself: But who com… |
| 28 | 1465–1533 | 493 | unassigned | | That maid's my sister, whom on magic's wing, To this fair presence, my rich Art shall bring, Prepare to meet t… |
| 29 | 1534–1625 | 493 | unassigned | | Pretty i'faith, have ye any more of these tricks? I may be outfaced of myself with a Card often, but i'faith U… |
| 30 | 1626–1680 | 495 | unassigned | | Emelia, your Daughter, once a Turkish prisoner Receive a joyful blessing rise and say, What wit or power freed… |
| 31 | 1681–1748 | 491 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.84 | And if you think I lie, Ask Lurdo, his damned tongue will answer I. Had he a hand in't? No, I will demur. Reve… |