| 1 | 0–49 | 471 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.72 | HEnce Clouds of melancholy I'll be no longer subject to your schisms, But thou dear soul, whose nerves and art… |
| 2 | 50–105 | 509 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.78 | Revenge I kiss thee, vengeance y'are at liberty, Wouldst thou having lost a father as I have, Whose very name … |
| 3 | 106–170 | 489 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.74 | Let us turn back into the sea again Yielding our bodies to the ruthless sound That hath divided us and our lat… |
| 4 | 171–232 | 485 | unassigned | | My Lord behold these precious twines of light Burnt out by day eclipsed whenas the sun For shame obscured hims… |
| 5 | 233–271 | 509 | unassigned | | Thanks Rodorick for this news They are more welcome than the sad discourse Of Leningberg our nephews timeless … |
| 6 | 272–306 | 494 | unassigned | | It is that gentleman. I am no less. thou saidst thou wast my nephews play fellow, Appointed to await his virtu… |
| 7 | 307–358 | 469 | unassigned | | I will go on before my gracious Lord. Nay I am jealous of my approaching joy, And fearful, any eye but mine, s… |
| 8 | 359–376 | 511 | T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation | 0.76 | I have answered you Stilt, that Princes have no need to be taught, and I have e'en determined with myself, not… |
| 9 | 377–439 | 493 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.79 | i'faith he's so odd, that he hath driven even honesty from all men's hearts. Well, sword come forth, and coura… |
| 10 | 440–499 | 485 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.76 | Father we obey thy holy voice; Duke Iohn of Saxony, receive my faith; Till our ears hear the true course thy s… |
| 11 | 500–555 | 489 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.82 | so run on fate, my destinies are good, Revenge hath made me great by shedding blood: I am supposed the heir of… |
| 12 | 556–620 | 498 | unassigned | | Oh god! the Duke of Prussia grown thus false, such shows of friendship, and so little faith. Come Lucibella le… |
| 13 | 621–684 | 491 | unassigned | | I cannot tell I left him with his loved Lucibell. But she has got another love, Dishonoured all this rich asse… |
| 14 | 685–751 | 497 | T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You | 0.67 | The hermit will soon bring him, let's sit down. Nature, or art hath taught these boughs to spread, In manner o… |
| 15 | 752–823 | 512 | unassigned | | Killed thee? oh no! I trust the careful destinies deny So hard a fate: 'tis I alone am killed. Come Lodowick, … |
| 16 | 824–877 | 481 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.75 | Father I thank you: Lodowick reach me thy hand How cold thou art; death now assails our hearts, Having triumph… |
| 17 | 878–943 | 499 | T38 Death, parting and grief at court | 0.83 | Father, 'tis he: Lorrique his man attends him, That fellow which is all composed of mirth Of mirth? of death: … |
| 18 | 944–956 | 513 | unassigned | | Father, set you the army in qeraye, while I invocate: The General Foulkes: Fibs, foreman, and Friends all, Off… |
| 19 | 957–1008 | 532 | unassigned | | Upon those traitors valiant gentlemen: Let not that beast the multitude confront, With garlic-breath and their… |
| 20 | 1009–1059 | 505 | unassigned | | Mas he says true son; but what's the remedy? None at all father, now we are in, we must go through stitch. Yes… |
| 21 | 1060–1102 | 512 | unassigned | | Nay but cozen cozen, is't not necessary I wait Upon mine own father? and stilt upon me? It's most expedient, b… |
| 22 | 1103–1157 | 517 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.74 | ay, but he always drinks in my Father's cup. I so let be, let de Duke drink a de same. What poison my father? … |
| 23 | 1158–1224 | 514 | T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti | 0.82 | Alas her tender hands smiting the stone Beweep their mistress rage in tears of blood. Fair Lady be of comfort,… |
| 24 | 1225–1272 | 509 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.72 | Is the Duke's taster there? I am at hand with my office. Fill for the Duke good cousin, taste it first. I have… |
| 25 | 1273–1336 | 523 | unassigned | | ay sir woe worth him, farewell Stilt, farewell fathers I ask you pardon with repentant eyes; Fall stars, O Sti… |
| 26 | 1337–1402 | 499 | unassigned | | What's that Lorrique? what can fortune do That may divert my strain of policy. You know all Prussia take you f… |
| 27 | 1403–1467 | 499 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.75 | Art sure she is asleep! I cannot tell, be not too hasty. She stirs not, she is fast. Sleep sweet fair Duchess,… |
| 28 | 1468–1531 | 497 | unassigned | | Your son no doubt is well, in blessed state. My heart is smitten through thy answer, Lorrique, where is thy gr… |
| 29 | 1532–1596 | 486 | unassigned | | I gods my witness, these were my laments, Till Hoffman being as willing, as myself; Did for his love to you, t… |
| 30 | 1597–1657 | 491 | T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You | 0.73 | Nay, nay you must not go, we'll hold you now. Why that's well, done, Pray come, see my house I have a fine hou… |
| 31 | 1658–1720 | 505 | unassigned | | It is indeed an undelight full walk; But if I do not err in my belief, I think the ground, the trees, the rock… |
| 32 | 1721–1787 | 490 | unassigned | | Alas! what are they? what are you that seem In civil habits to hide ruthless hearts; Lorrique, what are they? … |
| 33 | 1788–1857 | 500 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.72 | Then sent he me for you, and you he sent, Or as I best remember, lead you on Unto the Chapel porch, where he h… |
| 34 | 1858–1923 | 496 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.83 | We are agreed. Your mercy doth all bounds of hope exceed, And if you will repose that trust in me, By all the … |
| 35 | 1924–1985 | 490 | unassigned | | Inquire no more of that, I will anon Resolve you of his fate, this time for bear, Esteem this gentleman your L… |
| 36 | 1986–2052 | 485 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.87 | By virtue's glorious soul. Blasphemer peace, swear not by that thou hat'st; Virtue, and thou have no more symp… |
| 37 | 2053–2116 | 494 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.84 | Come what is't? come, this breast is yours, My heart's your treasury. Thou must be secret, 'tis a thing of wei… |
| 38 | 2117–2184 | 507 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.82 | We thank her Highness, but we think in vain Both you and we attend; Lorrique lies slain By Hoffman's sly suspi… |
| 39 | 2185–2250 | 502 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.87 | Virtue and modesty bids me say no, Yet trust me Hoffman thou'rt so sweet a man, And so beloved of me, that I m… |