| 1 | 0–69 | 470 | unassigned | | FOrtune, that favours Fools, these two short hours We wish away; both for your sakes, and ours, judging Specta… |
| 2 | 70–139 | 481 | unassigned | | When you went pinned up, in the several rags, Yo'had raked, and picked from dungh●s, before day, Your feet in … |
| 3 | 140–216 | 476 | unassigned | | o, this'll o'erthrow all. Write thee up Bawd, in Paul's; have all thy tricks Of cozening with a hollow coal, d… |
| 4 | 217–289 | 476 | unassigned | | Your Sol & Luna: help me. Would I were hanged then. I'll conform myself. Will you Sr. do so then, and quickly.… |
| 5 | 290–363 | 464 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.75 | This is his worship. Is he a Doctor? Yes. And ha'you broke with him, Captain? I. And how Faith, he does make t… |
| 6 | 364–444 | 484 | T8 Captains, gallants and cheats | 0.81 | Hang him proud Stagg, with his broad velvet head. But, for your sake, I'd choke ere I would change An article … |
| 7 | 445–525 | 487 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.78 | Why, as you please, my venture follows yours. Troth, do it Doctor. Think him trusty, and make him. He may make… |
| 8 | 526–597 | 474 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.62 | Can you remember this? I warrant you. Well, then, away. 'Tis, but your bestowing Some twenty nobles, 'mong her… |
| 9 | 598–671 | 480 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.60 | The Thumb, in Chiromantie, we give Venus; The Forefinger to Ioue; the Midst, to Saturn; The Ring to Sol, the L… |
| 10 | 672–732 | 457 | T41 Household service: masters, doors and po | 0.76 | You're pleasant, Sir. How now? WHat says, my dainty Dolkin? Yonder Fishwife Will not away. And there's your Gi… |
| 11 | 733–803 | 481 | unassigned | | That's his Fire-drake, His Lungs, his Zephyrus, he that puffs his coals, Till he firk Nature, up, in her own c… |
| 12 | 804–881 | 481 | unassigned | | He did: Which proves it was the Primitive tongue. What Paper? On Cedar board. O that, indeed (they say) Will l… |
| 13 | 882–943 | 461 | unassigned | | Both blood, & spirit, Sir. I will have all my beds, blown up; not stuffed: Down is too hard. And then, mine ov… |
| 14 | 944–1025 | 493 | unassigned | | That makes it, Sir, he is so. But I buy it. My venture brings it me. He, honest wretch, A notable, superstitio… |
| 15 | 1026–1108 | 504 | unassigned | | Yes Son, were I assured Your piety were firm, we would not want The means to glorify it. But I hope the best: … |
| 16 | 1109–1187 | 494 | unassigned | | Not those of iron? Yes. You may bring them, too. We'll change all metals. I believe you, in that. Then I may s… |
| 17 | 1188–1265 | 490 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.79 | Pray you, Sir, stay. Rather, then I'll be brayed, Sir, I'll believe, That Alchemy is a pretty kind of Game, So… |
| 18 | 1266–1340 | 497 | unassigned | | You're very right. Sir, she is a most rare scholar: And is gone mad, with studying Broughtons' works. If you b… |
| 19 | 1341–1416 | 511 | unassigned | | Sir, I will. But, by Attorney, and to a second purpose. Now, I am sure, it is a Bawdy-house; I'll swear it, we… |
| 20 | 1417–1510 | 508 | unassigned | | God's so! 'tis he, he said he would send. What call you him? The sanctified Elder, that should deal For Mammon… |
| 21 | 1511–1589 | 512 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.67 | Because We then are to deal justly, and give (in truth) Their utmost value. 'Slid, you'd cousin, else, And, if… |
| 22 | 1590–1660 | 509 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.70 | Good! a Bona roba? But nineteen, at the most. Very good, Abel. Marry she's not in fashion, yet; she wears A ho… |
| 23 | 1661–1729 | 504 | unassigned | | Rather the less. For she may be so light She may want grains. ay, or be such a burden, A man would scarce endu… |
| 24 | 1730–1796 | 496 | unassigned | | Sir, be appeased, He is come to humble Himself in Spirit, and to ask your patience, If too much zeal hath carr… |
| 25 | 1797–1865 | 495 | unassigned | | Let me find grace, Sir, in your eyes; The man He stands corrected: neither did his zeal (But as yourself) allo… |
| 26 | 1866–1942 | 499 | T6 Money, debt and credit | 0.72 | Let me see, How's the Moon, now? Eight, nine, ten days hence He will be Silver potate; then, three days, Befor… |
| 27 | 1943–2020 | 511 | unassigned | | I'll send her to thee: And but dispatch my brace of little Iohn Leydens, And come again myself. Are they withi… |
| 28 | 2021–2089 | 491 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.76 | And the Widow? No, Not that I see. Away. O Sir, you are welcome. THe Doctor is within, a moving for you; I hav… |
| 29 | 2090–2155 | 492 | T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim | 0.66 | Are there such? I Sir. And Gallants, yet. Here's a young Gentleman, Is borne to nothing, forty marks a year, W… |
| 30 | 2156–2231 | 496 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.81 | In troth we had been a shooting, And had a piece of fat Ram-Mutton, to supper, That lay so heavy o'my stomach—… |
| 31 | 2232–2302 | 521 | T32 Rings and jewels as tokens | 0.88 | She need not doubt him, Sir Alas, he has nothing, But what he will part withal, as willingly, Upon her Grace's… |
| 32 | 2303–2385 | 513 | T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim | 0.79 | For that, we'll put Sir, A stay in ' is mouth. Of what? Of Gingerbread. Make you it fit. He that hath pleased … |
| 33 | 2386–2465 | 514 | T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions | 0.76 | I do see The old 〈◊〉, Virtue, was not lost, Nor the Drug, Money, used to make your compound. There is a strang… |
| 34 | 2466–2535 | 511 | T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim | 0.68 | Say you so, Sir Epicure? Yes, and thou shalt prove it, Daughter of Honor.. I have cast mine eye Upon thy form,… |
| 35 | 2536–2629 | 512 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.76 | O, it is well, Sir. Subtle— DOst thou not laugh? Yes. Are they gone? All's clear. The Widow is come. And your … |
| 36 | 2630–2706 | 509 | unassigned | | Must, you? ay, if your fortune will, you must. Come Sir, the Captain will come to us presently. I'll ha'you to… |
| 37 | 2707–2784 | 507 | unassigned | | O' the Sennora. O, Don, That is the Lioness, which you shall see Also● my Don. 'Slid, Subtle, how shall we do?… |
| 38 | 2785–2861 | 492 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.73 | COme Lady: I knew, the Doctor would not leave, Till he had found the very nick of her fortune. To be a Countes… |
| 39 | 2862–2952 | 497 | unassigned | | Por todos los dioses, la mas acabada Hermosùra, que he visto en miuìda! Is't not a gallant language that they … |
| 40 | 2953–3032 | 500 | unassigned | | To comprise All sounds of voices, in few marks of Letters— Nay you must never hope to lay her now. And so we m… |
| 41 | 3033–3106 | 494 | unassigned | | O my voluptuous mind! I am justly punished. And so am I, Sir. Cast from all my hopes— Nay, certainties Sir. By… |
| 42 | 3107–3177 | 511 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.81 | How doth my noble Diego? And my dear Madam, Countess? Hath the Count Been courteous, Lady? liberal? and open? … |
| 43 | 3178–3259 | 503 | unassigned | | ay, I know— Away, you talk like a foolish Mauther. Sir, all is truth, she says. Do not believe him, Sir: He is… |
| 44 | 3260–3339 | 491 | unassigned | | True. But here, I cannot do it; if the House Should chance to be suspected, all would out. And we be locked up… |
| 45 | 3340–3422 | 494 | T41 Household service: masters, doors and po | 0.77 | HAs there been such resort, say you? Daily, Sir. And nightly, too. ay, some as brave as Lords. Ladies, & Gentl… |
| 46 | 3423–3502 | 495 | unassigned | | Yes, Sir. My Fellow, The Cat, that kept the Buttery, had it on her A week, before I spied it: But I got her Co… |
| 47 | 3503–3590 | 496 | unassigned | | What Knaves? What Cheaters? Subtle, & his Lungs. The Gentleman is distracted, Sir. No Lungs Nor Lights ha'been… |
| 48 | 3591–3666 | 495 | unassigned | | Or you will else, you Rogue. O, is it so? Then you converse with spirits. Come Sir. No more o'your tricks, goo… |
| 49 | 3667–3744 | 494 | unassigned | | Give me the Bird. Here is your Fly in a Purse, about your neck, cozen, Wear it, and feed it, about this day se… |
| 50 | 3745–3824 | 502 | T6 Money, debt and credit | 0.81 | My fine Flittermouse, My Bird o'the night; we'll tickle it at the Pigeons, When we have all, and may unlock th… |
| 51 | 3825–3909 | 508 | unassigned | | Rogue, I'll hang myself That I may walk a greater devil, than thou, And haunt thee i'the Flock-bed, and the Bu… |
| 52 | 3910–3980 | 482 | T6 Money, debt and credit | 0.81 | The whole Nest are fled! What sort of Birds were they? A kind of choughs, Or thievish Daws, Sir, that have pic… |
| 53 | 3981–4042 | 475 | T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus | 0.80 | I will pray there Against thy House: May Dogs defile thy walls, And Wasps and Hornets breed beneath thy roof, … |