| 1 | 0–78 | 504 | unassigned | | I Saw my Nephew Charlemont, but now Part from his Father. Tell him I desire To speak with him. Borachio, thou … |
| 2 | 79–150 | 473 | unassigned | | Sir, tax not me for his unwillingness. By the command of his authority, My disposition's forced against itself… |
| 3 | 151–228 | 533 | unassigned | | My noble Father. The weakest sigh you breath, hath power to turn My strongest purpose; and your softest tear T… |
| 4 | 229–286 | 532 | unassigned | | My worthy Servant! you mistake th'intent Of kissing. 'twas not meant to separate A pair of Lovers; but to be t… |
| 5 | 287–324 | 517 | unassigned | | I embrace your disposition; and desire to give you as liberal assurance of my love, as my Lord Belforest your … |
| 6 | 325–378 | 507 | unassigned | | 'thas left the passage of our practice free. This Castabella is a wealthy heir, And by her marriage with my el… |
| 7 | 379–421 | 516 | unassigned | | I speak't as 'tis now in fashion, in earnest. But I shall not be in quiet for you I perceive, till I have give… |
| 8 | 422–495 | 494 | unassigned | | O do not wrong him. 'tis a generous mind That led his disposition to the war: For gentle love and noble courag… |
| 9 | 496–520 | 498 | unassigned | | A rape, a rape, a rape! How now? What's that? Why what is't but a Rape to force a wench to marry, since it for… |
| 10 | 521–586 | 497 | unassigned | | Soldier! what news? we heard a rumour of a blow you gave the enemy. 'tis very true my Lord. Canst thou relate … |
| 11 | 587–641 | 486 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.82 | His forward spirit pressed into the front; And being engaged within the enemy, When they retreated through the… |
| 12 | 642–683 | 490 | unassigned | | Good reason sir, the beer has sent all the malt up into your brain, and left nothing but the water in your bod… |
| 13 | 684–742 | 482 | unassigned | | And melancholic too, methinks. How can she choose? your sickness will Distaste th'expected sweetness o'the nig… |
| 14 | 743–756 | 505 | T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil | 0.87 | Brother! dear Brother! Rascals, villains, knaves. Eternal darkness damn you; come away. Go round about into th… |
| 15 | 757–807 | 497 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.66 | Our opposition will but trouble him. The grief that melts to tears, by itself is spent, Passion resisted, grow… |
| 16 | 808–828 | 477 | unassigned | | 'tis a fearful noise. 'tis a brave noise. And methinks graces our accomplished project, as a peal of Ordnance … |
| 17 | 829–855 | 477 | unassigned | | That shows thouart full o'lusty blood and thou knowest not how to use it. Let me see thy hand. Thou shouldst n… |
| 18 | 856–873 | 492 | unassigned | | The poor Gentleman's almost out on's wits I think. You remember the displeasure his Father took against him ab… |
| 19 | 874–935 | 491 | unassigned | | So it had need, for your foredoor (here) is both common and dangerous. Good night honest Fresco. Good night ma… |
| 20 | 936–990 | 480 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.62 | Stand. Stand, I say. No? Why then have at thee. Sir, if you will not stand, I'll make you fall? Nor stand, nor… |
| 21 | 991–1061 | 470 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.80 | O thou that knowest me justly Charlemonts. Though in the forced possession of another; Since from thine own fr… |
| 22 | 1062–1121 | 477 | unassigned | | Heaven knows I am unguilty of this act. Why? were't thou forced to do't? Heaven knows I was. What villain did … |
| 23 | 1122–1128 | 465 | unassigned | | A good honest fellow. What? wounded? apprehend him. Sir; is this your salutation for the courtesy I did you wh… |
| 24 | 1129–1169 | 482 | unassigned | | I grant the Heaven. Thy goodness doth command Our punishments: but yet no further than The measure of our sins… |
| 25 | 1170–1238 | 452 | unassigned | | Well, come along. Daughter you do not well to urge me. I Ha'done no more than justice. Charlemont Shall die an… |
| 26 | 1239–1265 | 490 | unassigned | | Sick indeed. A general weakness did surprise my health The very day I married Castabella. As if my sickness we… |
| 27 | 1266–1300 | 489 | unassigned | | Well said. A lesson o' th'Lute to entertain the time with till she comes. Sol, fa, mi, la.— Mi, mi mi.— Precio… |
| 28 | 1301–1348 | 489 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.73 | The Churchyard? This the fittest place for death, Perhaps he's praying. Then he's fit to die. We'll send him c… |
| 29 | 1349–1366 | 477 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.69 | Then fall and rise. What villains hand was that? save thee or thou shalt perish. zounds unsaved I think. What?… |
| 30 | 1367–1376 | 494 | unassigned | | Yes. Now I'll speak it. Th'argument is love. The smallest ornament of thy sweet form (that abstract of all ple… |
| 31 | 1377–1398 | 465 | unassigned | | Kiss me, I warrant thee my breath is sweet. These dead men's bones lie here of purpose to invite us to supply … |
| 32 | 1399–1414 | 518 | unassigned | | Why dost thou stare upon me? Thou art not the skull of him I murdered. What hast thou to do to vex my conscien… |
| 33 | 1415–1464 | 519 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.78 | My brains begin to put themselves in order. I apprehend thee now.— 'tis e'en so.— Borachio! I will search the … |
| 34 | 1465–1491 | 492 | unassigned | | O Yes! Is not thy Mistress a Bawd to my wife? O yes! And acquainted with her tricks, and her plots, and her de… |
| 35 | 1492–1531 | 493 | unassigned | | Sebastian if you love me, save my honour. What violence is this? What seek you? zounds! you shall not pass. Pu… |
| 36 | 1532–1576 | 505 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.74 | D'amville! With all thy wisdom thouart a fool. Not like those fools that we term innocents; But a most wretche… |
| 37 | 1577–1623 | 500 | unassigned | | oh. he's dead. O there expires the date of my posterity! Can Nature be so simple or malicious to destroy the r… |
| 38 | 1624–1655 | 493 | unassigned | | I grant you. The place is full of impurity. So much the more need of instruction and reformation. The purpose … |
| 39 | 1656–1699 | 510 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.77 | O good my Lord! Let Charity forbear To vex the spirit of a dying Man. A cheerful eye upon the face of Death; I… |
| 40 | 1700–1748 | 467 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.82 | Your Lordship interrupts the course of law. Prepare to die. My resolution's made. But ere I die; before this h… |
| 41 | 1749–1793 | 474 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.79 | I ha' the trick on't Nephew. You shall see how easily I can put you out of pain.— oh. In lifting up the Axe I … |