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John Marston - Results found: 205

Favours are writ in dust, but stripes we feel
Depraved nature stamps in lasting steel
By Mendozo, in The Malcontent (2.3.48-49), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
 
Sooner hard steel will melt with Southern wind
A seaman's whistle calm the Ocean
A town of on fire be extinct with tears
By Pietro Iacomo, in The Malcontent (4.3.32-34), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
 
She that through force her limbs with lust enrolls,
Wants Cleopatra's asps and Portia's coals.
By Maquerelle, in The Malcontent (5.3.31-32), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
 
your breath wants airing
By Donna Zoya, in The Fawn (2.390), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 164v (rev)
 
his calues are sunk into his toes.
By Gonzago, in The Fawn (2.543-544), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 164v (rev)
 
Nature's hand shook when she was in making, for the red that should have
spread her cheeks, nature let fall upon her nose, the white of her
skin slipped into her eyes, and the gray of her eyes leapt before his time
inot her hair, and the yellowness of her hair fell without providence into her teeth.
By Hercules, in The Fawn (3.79-85), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 164v (rev)
 
Drunkness , O it is a most fluent and swelling virtue, sure the most just of all virtues, is justic itself, for if it chance to oppress and take too much, it presently restores it again
It makes the king and the peasant equal, for if they are both drunk alike
they are both beasts alike
By Hercules, in The Fawn (5.163-168), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 164v (rev)
 
I rest most duteous to your dispose
By Dulcimel, in The Fawn (1.2.103), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 4v
 
Virtue perforce is vice –
By Massinissa, in Sophonisba (1.2.204), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 7r
 
No do not swear I was not born so low to doubt or fear -
By Massinissa, in Sophonisba (1.2.210-211), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 7r
 
profit and honesty are both not
one in state,
By Hanno Magnus, in Sophonisba (2.1.14), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 7r
 
Let my blood and love challenge the freedom
of one question:
By Renaldo, in The Fawn (1.1.5-6), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
Honour avoids not only just
defame: But flies all means that may ill
voice his name:
By Renaldo, in The Fawn (1.1.15-16), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
as not to take love by attorney or make my election out of tongues:
By Hercules, in The Fawn (1.1.26-27), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
A pretty crab! He would yield
tart juice and he were squeezed:
By Herod, in The Fawn (1.2.12-13), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
news
By Dondolo, in The Fawn (1.2.26), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
I have had a good
wit
By Dondolo, in The Fawn (1.2.39-41), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
I rest most duteous to your dispose:
By Dulcimel, in The Fawn (1.2.95), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
The courtesy of art hath given more life to that
part than the sad cares of state would grant
By Tiberio, in The Fawn (1.2.131-132), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
Then doth it somewhat flatter, for our father hath seen more years
By Tiberio, in The Fawn (1.2.134-135), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
Experienced age is the true delphos:
By Gonzago, in The Fawn (1.2.149-150), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
Plain meaning shunneth art You are most welcome--Lord Granuffo, a trick, A figure, note we use no
rhetoric:
By Gonzago, in The Fawn (1.2.183-185), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
gentlemen why hazard you your reputation in shameful company
with such a branded creature:
By Zuccone, in The Fawn (4.1.401-402), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
without paraphrase your meaning:
By Zuccone, in The Fawn (4.1.406), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
That’s the grief on't [Hercules interjects] That's-- that I have wronged so delicate a creature:
By Zuccone, in The Fawn (4.1.445-448), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
The only not beautiful but
very beauty of women:
By Hercules, in The Fawn (4.1.454-455), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
 
The softness and very courtesy of her sex:
By Hercules, in The Fawn (4.1.469-470), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
Shee has three hairs on her scalp. and four teeth in her
head a brow wrinkled and puckered like parchment half burnt: She has had eyes. No woman's jawbones are more apparent. her sometimes envious lips
now shrink in and give her nose and her chin
leave to kiss each other very moistly. As for: her reverend mouth it seldom opens
but the very breath that flies out of it infects
the fowls of the air, and makes them drop down dead her breasts hang like cobwebs:
By Hercules, in The Fawn (4.1.490-498), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
Her very phrase displays whose child she is:
By Gonzago, in The Fawn (4.1.571), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
I temporized
By Dulcimel, in The Fawn (4.1.605), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
let oblivion be your utmost hope:
By Donna Zoya, in The Fawn (5.1.116-117), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
That this year no child shall be begotten but
it shall have a true father:
By Dondolo, in The Fawn (5.1.69-70), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
Tis wisdom to acknowledge ignorance of what
we know not:
By Gonzago, in The Fawn (5.1.135-136), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
Drunk down a dutchman:
By Gonzago, in The Fawn (5.1.157), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
I will be most humane and right courteously langua
ged in they correction:
By Hercules, in The Fawn (5.1.286), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
upon your apparent rep
entence that all modest spectators may witnes I have: for a short
time only thus feignedly hated you that you
might hereafter truly love me I reaccept you
By Hercules, in The Fawn (5.1.301-304), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
Seeming wise only by silence:
By Hercules, in The Fawn (5.1.354-355), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
Tis a right diamond
By Tysefew, in Dutch Courtesan (1.1.46-48), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
might I borrow it of you
it would not a little grace my finger in the
visitation of my mistress:
By Caqueter, in Dutch Courtesan (1.1.46), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
Why do man scrape why heap to full heaps
join: but for his mistress who would care for coin
for this I hold to be denied of no man
all things are made for man and man for woman
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (1.1.123-126), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
The sight of vice augments the hate of sin
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (1.1.154), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
The morn is yet but young:
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.1), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
Answer.
Always a virtuous name to my chaste love:
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.9-18), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
O he that thus may live and thus shall die
may well be envied of a deity.
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.47-48), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
Wear this slight favor in my remembrance
By Beatrice, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.55), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
myself and all content rest with you.
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.62), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f.9r
 
Give entertain to mutual effects:
By Malheureux, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.68), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
I a man of
snow:
By Malheureux, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.82), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
insufficiency and sottishness are most
commendable in a discommendable action:
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.109-110), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
Where errors are held crimes crimes are but
errors:
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.129), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
But since you needs must love you mustyou must know
this. He that must love a fool and he must kiss
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.142-143), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
That gallant of a good draught common customs, fortunate impudence, and sound fart
By Cocledemoy, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.154-155), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
I desire your further acquaintance:
By Cocledemoy, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.168-169), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
I ha' made as much o' your maidenhead
By Mary Faugh, in Dutch Courtesan (2.2.10), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
Be not uncivilly important:
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (2.2.78), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
The gods themselves cannot be wise and love
By Malheureux, in Dutch Courtesan (2.2.99), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
your wishes to you:
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (2.2.100), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
It shall be my grace that
I account thy love my only virtue:
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (2.2.111-112), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
no satiety no enjoying not time shall languish
your affection:
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (2.2.136-137), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
Comely damnation:
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (5.3.48), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
if there be aught in brain heart or hand can
make you doubtless I am your vowed servant
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (2.2.138-139), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
Oh heaven there is no hell but love's prolonging
By Malheureux, in Dutch Courtesan (2.2.190-191), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
Husbands are like lots in the lottery you may draw 40 blanks before you find one that has any prize in him A husband generally is a careless, domineering thing that growes like coral which
as long as it is under water is soft and tender
but having got his branch above the waves is
presently hard:
By Crispinella, in Dutch Courtesan (3.1.67-73), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
Were't not for the privilege of this repected
company I would so bang thee:
By Tysefew, in Dutch Courtesan (3.1.165-166), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
My friend wished hours :-
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (3.1.209), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
What old times hold as crimes are now but fashions
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (3.1.259), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
fair hour to you mistress:
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (3.3.29), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
Tis valour not where heat but reason rules:
By Sir Hubert Subboys, in Dutch Courtesan (4.1.20), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
I shall be as soon weary of health as of your
enjoying.
By Tysefew, in Dutch Courtesan (4.1.67-68), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
To your breast I'll trust our secret purpose:
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (4.2.24-25), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
you must not make a heavy face presa
ge and ill event.
By Sir Lionel Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (4.4.6), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
is happiness to breed pale envy in the saints
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (4.4.80), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
let's prosecute the sharpest rigor and severest
end: Good men are cruel when they're vice's
friend:
By Sir Lionel Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (5.1.54-56), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
his company is like a parenthesis
By Crispinella, in Dutch Courtesan (5.2.24), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
be smoother lipped
By Crispinella, in Dutch Courtesan (5.2.61), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
Heaven cannot be to gracious to such goodness
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (5.2.69), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
How long was't ere I could persuade my passion to grow
calm to you
By Malheureux, in Dutch Courtesan (5.3.61-62), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 9v
 
Rattling thunderclap break from his lips
By Pandulpho Feliche, in Antonio and Mellida (Induction.87), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
 
deign to veil our wants with sleek acceptance
By Prologue, in Antonio and Mellida (Induction.20-21), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
 
Piero's triumph beat the air:
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (1.1.30), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
 
He is made like a tilting-staff, and looks like an o'er-roasted pig & A great tobacco taker too, that's flat; for his eyes look
as if the had been hung in smoke of his nose
By Rossaline, in Antonio and Mellida (1.1.123-127), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
 
How her eyes dart wonder on my heart:
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (1.1.161), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
 
Lady, your strange habit doth beget our pregnant thoughts, even great of much desire to be
acquaint with your condition,
By Mellida, in Antonio and Mellida (1.1.164-171), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
 
Reply:
sweet creature we'll not veil
our names, it pleased the font to dip mee Rossaline
That lady bears the name
By Rossaline, in Antonio and Mellida (1.1.174-176), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
 
Answer:
Reply:
Madam I am obliged to
kiss your hand, by imposition of a now dead man
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (1.1.178-181), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
 
My fathers palace, madam will be proud to entertain
your presence. if you'll deign to make repose
within:
By Mellida, in Antonio and Mellida (1.1.248-249), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
 
vouchsafe me your service by the purity of bounty I shall
be proud of such bondage:
By Castilio Balthazar, in Antonio and Mellida (2.1.68-69), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
 
The night grows old and downy sleep courts
us to entertain his company:
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio and Mellida (2.1.250-251), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
 
A strong conceit itis rich so most men deem If not to be tis comfort yet to seem:
By Lucio, in Antonio and Mellida (4.1.44-45), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
Ruin's branded slaves:
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (4.1.123), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
Then hast thou seen the glory of
her sex the music of nature · the unequaled
luster of unmatched excellence the united
sweet of heavens, graces the most adored
beauty, that ever struck amazement in the
world:
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (4.1.171-176), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
Tis an error easier to be pardoned by the
auditors, than excused by the authors.
By Page, in Antonio and Mellida (4.1.224-226), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
Let choice delight garland the brow of this
triumphant night.
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio and Mellida (5.2.2-3), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
'tis a fair ruled singing book
the word perfect if it were pricked
By Balurdo, in Antonio and Mellida (5.2.107), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
Oh that our power could lackey or keep
wing with our desires:
By Prologue, in Antonio's Revenge (Prologue.27-28), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
when our scenes
falter or invention halts: your favour will
lend crutches to our faults
By Prologue, in Antonio's Revenge (Prologue.32-33), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
here's the prop that
doth support our hopes:
By Prologue, in Antonio's Revenge (Prologue.31), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
In our may of blood,
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio and Mellida (1.1.23), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
calm this storm,
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio and Mellida (1.1.49), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
Submiss entreats beseem my humble fate Here let us sit. O, Lucio, Fortunes guilt is rubb'd quite off from my slight tin foil'd state.
By Maria, in Antonio's Revenge (1.2.4-6), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
glib rumor grown a
parasite.
By Maria, in Antonio's Revenge (1.2.17), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
Banish straggling fear; keep league with
comfort
By Lucio, in Antonio and Mellida (1.2.21-22), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
Answer:
What age is morning of
By Maria, in Antonio's Revenge (1.2.29), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
Felicity complete should sweet thy state Were I as powerful as the voice of fate
By Maria, in Antonio's Revenge (1.2.163-164), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
Thou canst not form hyperboles
The trophy of triumphing excellence the
heart of beauty: Mellida, appears. See, look, the curtain stirs: shine, natures pride loves vital spirit.
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (1.2.189-193), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
Who gives these ill-befitting attributes of
chaste, unspotted, bright, to Mellida? he lies as
loud as thunder
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio and Mellida (1.2.200-202), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
Answer:
dog I will make thee
eat thy vomit up which thou hast belk't
against taintless Mellida
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (1.2.189-193), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 11v
 
Pigmy cares can shelter under patience shield
but giant griefs burst all covert,
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (2.2.4-6), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
Thou dost bust, And beat my ears with intimations that Mellida, that Mellida is
light,
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (2.2.21-23), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
Incredulity itself would not be so brass
hearted as suspect so modest cheeks
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (2.2.34-36), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
Throngs of thoughts crowd for their passage
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (2.2.109-110), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
My heart is great of thoughts
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (2.2.120), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
good night good heart
By Mellida, in Antonio and Mellida (2.2.124-125), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
Good evening to the fair Antonio most happy fortune, sweet
succeeding time rich hope
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (2.2.156-158), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
Ha Strotzo, my other soul, my life, hast thou steel'd
the point of thy resolve, will't not turn edge
into execution:
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio and Mellida (2.2.177), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
Patience hoope any sides,
By Antonio, in Antonio and Mellida (4.1.67), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
Entreat me not: there’s not a beauty lives: hath
that impartial predominance o'er my affects as
your enchanting graces, yet give me leave to be
myself,
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio and Mellida (4.1.71-74), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
just
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio and Mellida (4.1.75), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
Passion is reason when it speaks from might
By Syphax, in Sophonisba (1.1.176), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
Jove made us not to fear Resolve,speak out
The highest misery of man is doubt
By Massinissa, in Sophonisba (1.2.67-69), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
Oh we were gods if that we knew events
By Sophonisba, in Sophonisba (1.2.172), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
Wondrous creature even fit for gods not men =
nature made all the rest of thy fair sex as
weak essays to make thee a pattern what
can be in woman,
By Sophonisba, in Sophonisba (1.2.228-231), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
must we entreat? sue to such squeamish ears
know Syphax has no knees his eyes no tears
enraged love is senseless of remorse,
thou must thou shalt kings glory is their force
By Syphax, in Sophonisba (3.1.1-4), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
our courtship is our force
By Syphax, in Sophonisba (3.1.12), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
All appetite is deaf, I will, I must
Achilles armor could not bear our lust
By Syphax, in Sophonisba (3.1.26-27), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
We think our lover is but little man who is so full of
woman
By Sophonisba, in Sophonisba (3.1.33-34), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
the flourish fore loves fight
By Syphax, in Sophonisba (3.1.46), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12r
 
My grief would make a saint blaspheme
By Massinissa, in Sophonisba (3.2.65-66), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12v
 
No more shalt thou delude my easy credence
By Syphax, in Sophonisba (4.1.48-49), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12v
 
creature of most astonishing virtue: if
with fair usage love and passionate courtings we may obtain the heaven of thy bed
we cease no suit
By Syphax, in Sophonisba (4.1.74-77), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12v
 
The royallest exellence that ever was called woman
By Syphax, in Sophonisba (4.1.81-82), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12v
 
The torture that most wracks an enemy is
his foes royal acts:
By Syphax, in Sophonisba (5.3.155-156), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12v
 
- - - oh thou fore whom I drink
so deep of grief, that he must only think
not dare to speak that would express my woe
small rivers murmur, deep gulfs silent flow
By Massinissa, in Sophonisba (5.3.169-172), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 12v
 
Melancholy night masks up heavens face,
By Guido, in The Insatiate Countess (1.1.5), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
god defend that any profane hand should offer
sacrilege to such a saint,
By Roberto, in The Insatiate Countess (1.1.22-23), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
tears are as due a
tribute to the dead.
By Isabella, in The Insatiate Countess (1.1.33), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
Here's a man of a most mild aspect temperate
effeminate and worthy love, one that with burning
ardor hath pursued me: A donative he hath of
every god, Apollo gave him locks, Jove a high front
The god of eloquence his flowing speech, the feminine
deities strewed all their bounties and beauty on
his face, that eye was Juno's, that virgin blush Diana's here they meet as in a sacred synod.
By Isabella, in The Insatiate Countess (1.1.57-67), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
Fairest till now love was an infant in my oratory,
By Roberto, in The Insatiate Countess (1.1.72-73), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
Answer:
I'll bury thee in swan's down, tomb thee
in my armes,
By Roberto, in The Insatiate Countess (1.1.78-80), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
who but the very heir of all her sex
By Guido, in The Insatiate Countess (1.1.420), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
My love is as chaste as thou are fair, and both exceed comparison,
By Roberto, in The Insatiate Countess (1.1.82), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
Theres the beauty without parallel in whom the
graces and the virtues meet, in her aspect
mild: Honor sits and smiles
By Claridiana, in The Insatiate Countess (1.1.296-298), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
you seem like the issue of the painters limn
leaping from envy's mouth, that devours all
he meets,
By Thaisa, in The Insatiate Countess (1.1.331-333), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
He wrongs no man that to himself does right
By Claridiana, in The Insatiate Countess (1.1.359), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
Envy is stingless when it looks on thee
By Mendosa, in The Insatiate Countess (3.1.32-33), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
your loves is precious yet my honors dear
By Lady Lentulus, in The Insatiate Countess (3.1.37-39), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
May this kiss chase melancholy from thy company
By Guido, in The Insatiate Countess (3.2.1-2), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
your sight dear friend is lifes restorative
this day is the period of long wished content
More welcome to me than day to the world night
to the weary, gold the miser, such joys feels
friendship in society,
By Gniaca, in The Insatiate Countess (3.2.26-30), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
this day is the Jubilee of my desire
By Guido, in The Insatiate Countess (3.2.34), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
I blush for speaking truth fair sir believe
me, beneath the moon nought but your frown can grieve me,
By Isabella, in The Insatiate Countess (3.2.74-75), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
love is not love unless
love doth perservere, that love is perfect
love that loves for ever,
By Gniaca, in The Insatiate Countess (3.2.82-85), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
my vow is fixed in
heaven fear shall not move me, 'less you
love me,
By Isabella, in The Insatiate Countess (3.2.95-96), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
I am thy captive yet thy thoughts
are free, to be loves bondman is true liberty
By Gniaca, in The Insatiate Countess (3.4.83-84), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
Divinest women your enchanting breaths
give lovers many lives and many deaths
By Gniaca, in The Insatiate Countess (3.4.91-92), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
my faith to thee like rocks shall never move
The sun shall change his course ere I my love
By Isabella, in The Insatiate Countess (3.4.102-103), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
I'll speak to hear her speech whose powerful
breath, Is able to infuse life into death,
By Sago, in The Insatiate Countess (4.2.171-172), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
Answer:
Reply:
Lady think bold intrusion courtesy tis but
imagination alters them then tis your
thoughts not I that do offend,
By Sago, in The Insatiate Countess (4.2.174-180), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
I am thy slave command my sword my heart
The soul is tried best by the body's smart
By Sago, in The Insatiate Countess (4.2.184-185), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
may they be so rivelled with painting that may be
held a work of condign merit but to look
upon her,
By Claridiana, in The Insatiate Countess (5.2.28-30), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
may the cucking stool be their
recreation,
By Claridiana, in The Insatiate Countess (5.2.33), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
What is a cuckold learn of me
few can tell his pedigree
nor his subtle nature conster, born a man
but dies a monster,
By Rogero, in The Insatiate Countess (5.2.205-207), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
god in edens happy
shade this same creature never made
then to cut off all mistaking cuckolds are
of womens making,
By Rogero, in The Insatiate Countess (5.2.213-216), John Marston
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
 
- whose chaste eyes
Full of Lov’d sweetness, and clear cheerfulness
have gagged my soul to her enjoyings,
shredding away all those weak under-branches
of base affections, and unfruitful heats.
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.3-7), John Marston
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.95v
 
receive it as your protested due.
By Beatrice, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.19), John Marston
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.95v
 
my vow is above me, and like time
Irrevocable. I am sworn all yours
No beauty shall seem fairuntwine ourarms, no face
in my eyes can or shall seem fair.
By Beatrice, in Dutch Courtesan (2.1.28-31), John Marston
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.95v
 
I can my singles, and my doubles, and my trick
o' twenty, my carantapace, my traverse forward, and my falling back.
By Nurse Putifer, in Dutch Courtesan (3.1.195-197), John Marston
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.96r
 
nay look you, for my own part if

I have not as religi been drunk
to your health, swallow'd flapdragons,
eat glasses, drunk urine stabbed -->
arms, and done the offices of protested
gallantry for your sake,
By Tysefew, in Dutch Courtesan (4.1.53-58), John Marston
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.96r
 
I have taken drink and slept upon't, that
if ever I marry, it shall be you
and I will marry; and yet I hope I
do not say it shall be you neither,
By Crispinella, in Dutch Courtesan (4.1.64-66), John Marston
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.96r
 
'tis restorative: what a comfortable
thing is it to think of her husband? to
hear his venerable cough o' the everlastings to feel
his rough skin, his summer handes, and winter
legs, his almost no teetheyes eyes, & assured=
ly no teeth, and then to think what she
must dream of, when she considers others
happiness, and her own want.
By Crispinella, in Dutch Courtesan (4.4.20-25), John Marston
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.96v
 
Gentle minds will pity though the cannot love
By Beatrice, in Dutch Courtesan (4.4.60), John Marston
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.96v
 
But, oh, let him that would that would such passion
Drink
Be quiet of his speech, and only think.
By Young Freevill, in Dutch Courtesan (5.1.108-109), John Marston
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.96v
 

Can torment be His glory? or our grief His
pleasure? Does not the nurses nipple juic=
ed over with wormwood bid the child it
should not suck? And does not heaven, when it hath made our bread
bitter unto us, say we should
not live.
By Beatrice, in Dutch Courtesan (5.2.5-9), John Marston
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.96v
 
Only in this some justice I have found
My grief is like my love, beyond all bound.
By Beatrice, in Dutch Courtesan (5.2.19-20), John Marston
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.96v
 
Who'll trust fair faces, tears, vows? not I: she is a woman, that is, she can lie.
By Tysefew, in Dutch Courtesan (5.3.32-33), John Marston
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.96v
 
Jack Drum's. Marston
speech"
For of foolish actions maybe they'll talk wisely , but of wise intendments, most parties talk like fools.
By Sir Edward Fortune, in Jack Drum's Entertainment (A3v), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 40v
 
"
I had rather live rich to die poor than live poor to die rich.
By Sir Edward Fortune, in Jack Drum's Entertainment (A4r), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 40v
 
Wise parents""
Ha, I was not born to be my cradle's drudge,To choke and stifle up my pleasures' breath,To poison with the venomed caress of thrift, My private sweet of life: only to scrape A heap of muck, to fatten and manure The barren virtues of my progeny,And make them sprout, spight of their want of worth
By Sir Edward Fortune, in Jack Drum's Entertainment (A4v), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 40v
 
"
de cock of my humore is downe
By Monsieur John fo de King, in Jack Drum's Entertainment (G1r), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 40v
 
"
As to bespawl the pleasures of the world
By Brabant Junior, in Jack Drum's Entertainment (B3v), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 40v
 
simile
I, I, as pure as the gold that hath been seven timestried in the fire.
By Ned Planet, in Jack Drum's Entertainment (B4r), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 40v
 
love
I will sing , so you will bear my burden.
By John Ellis, in Jack Drum's Entertainment (E3r), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 40v
 
simileWoman
Brabant, thou art like a pair of balances, Thou weighest all saving thyself.
By Ned Planet, in Jack Drum's Entertainment (F4v), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 40v
 
Plays. Marston. Jonson.
Antonio and Mellida. first part. Marston
Affectation
Greedily Champing what any other well-valued judgment had beforehand chew'd.
By Alberto, in Antonio and Mellida (Induction 37-39), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
A flatterer "
a supple-chapp'd flatterer.
By Pandulpho Feliche, in Antonio and Mellida (Induction 50-3.2.72), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
An eye
A smart-speaking eye
By Pandulpho Feliche, in Antonio and Mellida (3.2.84), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
keel your mouth it runs over
By Balurdo, in Antonio and Mellida (5.1.21), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
"
I feel honorable eloquence begin to grope me already.
By Balurdo, in Antonio and Mellida (5.2.40-41), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
second part of Antonio and Mellida
partiality
Your favor will give crutches to our faults.
By Prologue, in Antonio's Revenge (Prologue 33), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
Canst thou not honey me with fluent speech.
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio's Revenge (1.1.84), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
Painting
Fairer than Nature's fair is foulest vice.
By Maria, in Antonio's Revenge (1.2.55), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
cling'd in sensuality.
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio's Revenge (1.2.230), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
Ignorance
He that speaks he knows not what shall never sin against his own conscience
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio's Revenge (2.1.37-38), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
plainness Lust
My lord, the clapper of my mouth's not glibb'd With court oil; 'twill not strike on both sides yet.
By Pandulpho Feliche, in Antonio and Mellida (2.1.117-118), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
If the least soil of lust smears my pure love
By Mellida, in Antonio's Revenge (2.2.80), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
"
Throngs of thoughts crowd for their passage
By Antonio, in Antonio's Revenge (2.2.109-110), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
Laments and acclamations liven it
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio's Revenge (2.2.192), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
Resolution
Dear, hast thou steel'd the point of thy resolve? Will't not turn edge in execution?
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio's Revenge (2.2.178-179), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
"
I affect , even with unbounded zeal.
By Antonio, in Antonio's Revenge (3.2.9), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
An old man will serve for picking meat.
By unidentified, in Antonio's Revenge (unknown), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
Patience "
Now patience hoop my sides With steeled ribs lest I do burst my breast With struggling passions.
By Antonio, in Antonio's Revenge (4.1.67-69), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
With an unpartial eye when first we woo'd Your maiden beauties, I had borne the prize.
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio's Revenge (5.3.9-10), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
statists "
Why, thus should statesmen do, That cleave through knots of craggy policies, Use men like wedges, one strike out another; Till, by degrees, the tough and knurly trunk Be riv'd in sunder.
By Piero Sforza, Duke of Venice, in Antonio's Revenge (4.1.194-198), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
flattery
Peace, parasite, thou bur that only sticks Unto the nap of greatness.
By Alberto, in Antonio's Revenge (4.1.245-246), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41v
 
Plays
Thy braine boiles keele it keele
it or all the fatt's in the fire
By Phylomuse, in What You Will (Induction p.219), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 81r
 
lingua is declined with hec, the femenine because
is a houshold stuffe perticularly belonging and most co- monly under the roofe of womens mouth.
By Pedant, in What You Will (2.1.p.246), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 81r