| 1 | 0–59 | 452 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.79 | WEre not our present subject mixt with sear, 'Twould much affright us to see all you here. One would suffice u… |
| 2 | 60–118 | 455 | T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and | 0.83 | Yet must great Amurath thank those sacred powers, They have enriched our souls with such a price, As had those… |
| 3 | 119–178 | 477 | unassigned | | Nature, and all those universed powers, Which showed such Admirable Godlike skill, Inframing this true model o… |
| 4 | 179–244 | 472 | T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and | 0.82 | Art thou a Woman? Goddesse, we adore, And Idolise; what we but loved before; What Devils have men beene, whose… |
| 5 | 245–315 | 533 | T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and | 0.83 | Fair Bride I sang thy Epithalamy, And left Elisium for thy Nuptials: Iuno here thundered 'gainst the Thunderer… |
| 6 | 316–378 | 514 | unassigned | | My Leige— Nay, no Court oil (by your leave) no flattery, We are but man, this very trunk of ours, Is but a Ves… |
| 7 | 379–440 | 475 | unassigned | | Schahin, the Macedons beholding to thee, And history shall pay you thanks for this, Which we rest Debtors for.… |
| 8 | 441–498 | 439 | unassigned | | An easy Medicine doth and sure will work, To rub shrewd wounds, make them but fester more, Fowl Medicines we w… |
| 9 | 499–563 | 500 | T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi | 0.78 | Turk, Amurath, slave nay something base, King! For all airy titles which the Gods Have blasted man withal, to … |
| 10 | 564–631 | 502 | T26 Devils, hell and fiends | 0.83 | Devil, Devil? What? Dar'st thou appear before an Angel (Fiend?) O Amurath, why doth intemperate Lust Raging wi… |
| 11 | 632–693 | 452 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.81 | Our Tutor, Eurenoses, Captains, welcome! Gallants, I call you to a spectacle: My breast too narrow to hoard up… |
| 12 | 694–763 | 543 | T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so | 0.78 | Well spoke three Milksops, Schahin! Your Sword! Now, now be valour in this manly arm To cut off troops of thou… |
| 13 | 764–827 | 501 | T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so | 0.78 | Then King, to add fresh oil unto thy hate, And make it raise itself a greater flame, See here these Christians… |
| 14 | 828–886 | 448 | unassigned | | Why (Gentlemen) we want no foes to fight, Nor need we turn our weapons on ourselves! You lazy rogue, what! com… |
| 15 | 887–951 | 488 | T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so | 0.78 | Their vigour and strong hearts becomes such service, For to o'ercome them made our soldiers sweat, Much Turkis… |
| 16 | 952–1015 | 503 | unassigned | | May't please your Majesty to like mine advice It's good to have alliance with such friends; Kings that combine… |
| 17 | 1016–1078 | 460 | unassigned | | Tu ment Labantes, Dirige nos, dubios: Certo Robore firmâ. If we must dye, the narrow way to bliss, Shall be ma… |
| 18 | 1079–1145 | 482 | unassigned | | You Gods of Marriage: sacred Protectoresse Of lawful propagations, and blessed Love Be most propitious to thes… |
| 19 | 1146–1206 | 468 | unassigned | | Now (Lords) who'll dance A Turkish measure? Ladies our nerves are shrunk; And you now fix the sign of age on m… |
| 20 | 1207–1267 | 461 | unassigned | | Alas my Lord that needs not, every day Is a sufficient helper to decay: Great workman, who art sparing in thy … |
| 21 | 1268–1327 | 467 | unassigned | | Nay but my Lord, mean you to meet your death? Let's hast our flight, and trust more to our feet Then words, or… |
| 22 | 1328–1388 | 498 | unassigned | | Our hate must not part thus, I'll tell thee (Prince) That thou hast kindled violent Aetna in our breast, And s… |
| 23 | 1389–1451 | 497 | T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma | 0.75 | True, and when sprouts do rob the tree of sap, They must be pruned, Dear Father, leave such harsh similitudes!… |
| 24 | 1452–1524 | 547 | T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so | 0.75 | Rise (my dear child) as Marble against rain, So I at these obedient showers, melt! Thus I do raise thy husband… |
| 25 | 1525–1594 | 516 | T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm | 0.80 | Who set the world on fire? How now (ye Heavens) Grow you so proud that you must needs put on curled locks; And… |
| 26 | 1595–1656 | 475 | T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm | 0.78 | Your Highness up so soon? He small rest takes, That dreams on nought but bloody broils and death. Your Grace s… |
| 27 | 1657–1716 | 453 | unassigned | | Where are become those ominous Comets now? What? are those pissing Candles quite extinct? Leave their disastro… |
| 28 | 1717–1775 | 472 | unassigned | | Yea? and while your witty furies shall invent For me, some never heard of punishment; I see a guard of Saints … |
| 29 | 1776–1837 | 486 | unassigned | | The Taper of your Father's life is spent We must have light still and adore a Sun That next is rising, therefo… |
| 30 | 1838–1895 | 447 | unassigned | | Brother you must not now stand to upbraid; They which do fear the vulgars' murmuring tongue, Must also fear th… |