| 1 | 0–60 | 468 | unassigned | | YOu do not meet a man but Frowns. Our bloods no more obey the Heavens Then our Courtiers: Still seem, as does … |
| 2 | 61–127 | 473 | unassigned | | His only child: He had two Sons (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it) the eldest of them, at three years ol… |
| 3 | 128–205 | 492 | unassigned | | How, how? Another? You gentle Gods, give me but this I have, And sear up my embracements from a next, With bon… |
| 4 | 206–266 | 506 | unassigned | | This hath been Your faithful Servant: I dare lay mine Honour He will remain so. I humbly thank your Highness. … |
| 5 | 267–297 | 492 | unassigned | | Be assured Madam, With his next vantage. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say: Er… |
| 6 | 298–317 | 488 | unassigned | | By your pardon Sir, I was then a young traveler, rather shunned to go even with what I heard, then in my every… |
| 7 | 318–335 | 497 | T32 Rings and jewels as tokens | 0.88 | With five times so much conversation, I should get ground of your fair Mistress; make her go back, even to the… |
| 8 | 336–405 | 502 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.82 | Your hand, a Covenant: we will have these things set down be lawful Counsel, and strait away for Britain, lest… |
| 9 | 406–469 | 501 | unassigned | | And every day that comes, comes to decay A day's work in him. What shalt thou expect To be depender on a thing… |
| 10 | 470–546 | 477 | T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti | 0.77 | Thanks fairest Lady: What are men mad? Hath Nature given them eyes To see this vaulted Arch, and the rich Crop… |
| 11 | 547–616 | 502 | unassigned | | You do seem to know Something of me, or what concerns me; pray you Since doubting things go ill, often hurts m… |
| 12 | 617–681 | 508 | unassigned | | O happy Leonatus I may say, The credit that thy Lady hath of thee Deserves thy trust, and thy most perfect goo… |
| 13 | 682–735 | 508 | unassigned | | What got he by that? you have broke his pate with your Bowl. If his wit had been like him that broke it: it wo… |
| 14 | 736–788 | 520 | unassigned | | The Crickets sing, and man's ore-labored sense Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the R… |
| 15 | 789–852 | 510 | unassigned | | So, get you gone: if this penetrate, I will consider your Music the better: if it do not, it is a voice in her… |
| 16 | 853–921 | 502 | unassigned | | Still I swear I love you. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: If you swear still, your recompense is s… |
| 17 | 922–999 | 505 | T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi | 0.84 | I, I said so Sir, If you will make't an Action, call witness to't. I will inform your Father. Your Mother too:… |
| 18 | 1000–1072 | 488 | unassigned | | If you can make't apparent That you have tasted her in Bed; my hand, And Ring is yours. If not, the foul opini… |
| 19 | 1073–1143 | 487 | T32 Rings and jewels as tokens | 0.89 | Have patience Sir, And take your Ring again, 'tis not yet won: It may be probable she lost it: or Who knows if… |
| 20 | 1144–1197 | 487 | T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi | 0.81 | The Woman's part in me, for there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the Woman's part: … |
| 21 | 1198–1259 | 502 | T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi | 0.77 | You must know, Till the injurious Romans, did extort This Tribute from us, we were free. Caesar's Ambition, Wh… |
| 22 | 1260–1312 | 501 | unassigned | | Madam, here is a Letter from my Lord. Who, thy Lord? That is my Lord Leonatus? Oh, learned indeed were that As… |
| 23 | 1313–1380 | 551 | T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi | 0.76 | A goodly day, not to keep house with such, Whose roof's as low as ours: Sleep Boys, this gate Instructs you ho… |
| 24 | 1381–1444 | 505 | unassigned | | Uncertain favour. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft) But that two Villains, whose false Oaths pre… |
| 25 | 1445–1493 | 481 | unassigned | | Please you read, And you shall find me (wretched man) a thing The most disdained of Fortune. THy Mistress (Pis… |
| 26 | 1494–1567 | 504 | unassigned | | Why, I must dye: And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No Servant of thy Masters. Against Selfe-slaughter, The… |
| 27 | 1568–1642 | 514 | unassigned | | Where then? Hath Britain all the Sun that shines? Day? Night? Are they not but in Britain? I' th' world's Volu… |
| 28 | 1643–1712 | 494 | unassigned | | So Sir: I desire of you A Conduct over Land, to Milford-haven. Madam, all joy befall your Grace, and you. My L… |
| 29 | 1713–1771 | 507 | unassigned | | 'Tis certain she is fled: Go in and cheer the King, he rages, none Dare come about him. All the better: may Th… |
| 30 | 1772–1810 | 522 | unassigned | | Meet thee at Milford-haven: (I forgot to ask him one thing, I'll remembered anon:) even there, thou villain Po… |
| 31 | 1811–1884 | 495 | unassigned | | You Polidore have proved best Woodman, and Are Master of the Feast: Cadwall, and I Will play the Cook, and Ser… |
| 32 | 1885–1922 | 468 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.80 | It shall be so: Boys we'll go dress our Hunt. Fair youth come in; Discourse is heavy, fasting: when we have su… |
| 33 | 1923–2000 | 520 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.81 | So sick I am not, yet I am not well: But not so Citizen a wanton, as To seem to dye, ere sick: So please you, … |
| 34 | 2001–2074 | 483 | unassigned | | He is but one: you, and my Brother search What Companies are near: pray you away, Let me alone with him. Soft,… |
| 35 | 2075–2143 | 496 | unassigned | | Why, worthy Father, what have we to lose, But that he swore to take, our Lives? the Law Protects not us, then … |
| 36 | 2144–2219 | 490 | unassigned | | Where's my Brother? I have sent Clotens Clot-pole down the stream, In Embassy to his Mother; his body's hostag… |
| 37 | 2220–2288 | 493 | T38 Death, parting and grief at court | 0.77 | Great griefs I see medicine the less: For Cloten Is quite forgot. He was a Queen's Son, Boys, And though he ca… |
| 38 | 2289–2354 | 488 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.75 | Without me, as within me: not imagined, felt. A headless man? The Garments of Posthumus? I know the shape of i… |
| 39 | 2355–2417 | 481 | unassigned | | I am nothing; or if not, Nothing to be were better: This was my Master, A very valiant Britain, and a good, Th… |
| 40 | 2418–2482 | 462 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.83 | The time is troublesome: we'll slip you for a season, but our jealousy Does yet depend. So please your Majesty… |
| 41 | 2483–2543 | 487 | unassigned | | Then be so, Better to cease to be. Pray Sir, to ' th' Army: I, and my Brother are not known; yourself So out o… |
| 42 | 2544–2608 | 490 | unassigned | | The heaviness and guilt within my bosom, Takes off my manhood: I have belied a Lady, The Princess of this Coun… |
| 43 | 2609–2669 | 485 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.67 | The strides the Victors made: and now our Cowards Like Fragments in hard Voyages became The life o' th' need: … |
| 44 | 2670–2725 | 506 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.76 | Most welcome bondage; for thou art a way (I think) to liberty: yet am I better Than one that's sick o' th' Gou… |
| 45 | 2726–2782 | 501 | T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and | 0.85 | Since (Iupiter) our Son is good, take off his miseries. Peep through thy Marble Mansion, help, or we poor Ghos… |
| 46 | 2783–2798 | 488 | unassigned | | Come Sir, are you ready for death? Ouer-roasted rather: ready long ago. Hanging is the word, Sir, if you be re… |
| 47 | 2799–2870 | 499 | T38 Death, parting and grief at court | 0.85 | Stand by my side you, whom the Gods have made Preservers of my Throne: woe is my heart, That the poor Soldier … |
| 48 | 2871–2937 | 495 | unassigned | | We did, so please your Highness. Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful: Mine ears that hear her f… |
| 49 | 2938–3005 | 495 | T32 Rings and jewels as tokens | 0.80 | Is not this Boy revived from death? One Sand another Not more resembles that sweet Rosy Lad: Who died, and was… |
| 50 | 3006–3075 | 495 | T32 Rings and jewels as tokens | 0.81 | Your daughter's Chastity, (there it begins) He spoke of her, as Diana had hot dreams, And she alone, were cold… |
| 51 | 3076–3148 | 496 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.72 | New matter still. It poisoned me. Oh Gods! I left out one thing which the Queen confessed, Which must approve … |
| 52 | 3149–3223 | 521 | unassigned | | Stay, Sir King. This man is better than the man he slew, As well descended as thyself, and hath More of thee m… |
| 53 | 3224–3295 | 484 | unassigned | | Guiderius had Upon his neck a Mole, a sanguine Star, It was a mark of wonder. This is he, Who hath upon him st… |
| 54 | 3296–3357 | 480 | unassigned | | You holp us Sir, As you did mean indeed to be our Brother, Joyed are we, that you are. Your Servant Princes. G… |