Loyola complains. They found no room in all their calendar To place my name (that should have removed princes Pulled the most eminent prelates by the roots up for my dear coming to make way for me) let every petty martyr and saint homily, Roch, Maine, and Petronill (itch and ague-curers) your Abbess Aldegund, and Cunigund the widow Marcell, parson Polycarp, Cic'ly and Urs'ly all take place of me. And but for the bissextile, or leap year- And that's but one in three--I fall by chance Into the nine-and-twenti'th day of February. There were no room else for me See their love Their conscience too
to thrust me a lame soldier into Leap-year.
By Ignatius Loyola, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (Induction.18-33), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 71

-- called 'rooks by some'
By Ignatius Loyola, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (Induction.18-33), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 71

My soul bleeds at my Eyes, to see—
By Jesuitess Black Queen's Pawn, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (1.1.6), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 71

--an Accident, which Modesty forbids me to put any Language to
By Virgin White Queen's Pawn, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (1.1.145-147), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 71

-- Talk of violence That shames creation, deeds would make night blush
By Virgin White Queen's Pawn, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (1.1.223-225), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 71

To many a Soul I've let in Mortal poison, whose cheeks
have cracked with Laughter to receive it: the pills so rolled inI could so roll my pills in
sugar’d syllables And strew such kindly mirth o'er all my mischief they took their Bane in way of Recreation
By Virgin White Queen's Pawn, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (1.1.223-225), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 71

The ear of State is quick & jealous
By White King's Counsellor Pawn, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (1.1.326), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

- valued above the fleet of Gold.
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (1.1.327-328), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

Spalato speaks: Tis a most Lordly Life to rail at ease, sit, Eat, & feed upon the fat
of one Kingdom & rail upon another with the juice on't
I have write this Book out of the strength & marrow of
six-and-thirty Dishes at a Meal: but most of it out of the Cullis of Cock sparrows
By Fat Bishop Spalato, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (2.2.18-21), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

Gondomar the Fistula of Europe.
By Fat Bishop Spalato, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (2.2.41), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

when my pain tortured me He told me he had found a present cure for me
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (2.2.41), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

Be
ing Execution day, he showed him the hangman from the Window
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (2.2.65-67), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

O the Treasure of my Revenge: I can not spend it all
on thee; Ruin Enough to spare for all thy kindred too.
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (2.2.185-187), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

Fathomless Falsehood! will it scape unblasted?
By Virgin White Queen's Pawn, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (2.2.202), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

Aretins pictures, more than the twice 12 labours of Luxury.
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (2.2.248-9), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

Palm-oil will make a pursuivant relent; Whose policy was't to put a silenced muzzle on all
the barking Tongue men of the time.
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (3..1.101-103), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

My light spleen skips & shakes my ribs to think on’t
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (3.1.101-103), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

Thy conscience is tender hoof’d; every nail pricks it.
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (3.1.118), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

I’ll undertake, that Knight shall teach the Devil how to lie.
By White Duke of Buckingham, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (3.1.204-205), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

Gondomar’s plots. Hast seen a Globe stand on the Table
in my closet? A thing, sir, full of countries and hard words? True, with lines drawn some, Tropical
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (3.1.132-134), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

Just such a
thing my Brain will be, if ere my skull be opened.
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (3.1.137-138), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

O there’s a Traitor leapt from my Heart into my
cheek (a blush) that will betray all.
By Virgin White Queen's Pawn, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (4.1.54-56), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

Reply:
I feel no tempest, my conscience is becalmed , rather.
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (4.2.38-40), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

Look! would you see Destruction lie a sunning?
In yonder smile sits Blood, & Treachery basking;
In that per fidious Model of Face, Falsehood. Hell is
drawn grinning.
By White Duke of Buckingham, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (4.4.13-17), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

Thick Darkness dwells upon this hour.
By White Queen of Bohemia, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (4.4.52), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

This may challenge the chief chair in hell; &
sit above his master.
By White Queen of Bohemia, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (5.2.73-74), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

--covetous as a barren womb, the grave.
By White Knight Charles, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (5.3.107), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

the trifle of a Vice; the mere innocent
By White Duke of Buckingham, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (5.3.124-125), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

it's all the fruit, we have after supper. At the ruin of a
Nunnery once 6000 infants heads found in a Fishpond.
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (5.3.128-130), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

--Like envies issues or a bed of snakes.
By White King James, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (5.3.184), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

--branded foreheads.
By White King James, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (5.3.183), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72

Is it so vile there is no name ordained for't?. Toads have their titles
& creation gave serpents & Adders those names to be
known by.
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (5.3.142-145), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 73

The only prime state virtue upon earth the policy of Em
pires, the Instrument, that picks ope princes Hearts, & locks
up their own
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (5.3.150-151), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 73

You never came so near our souls til now.
By Black Knight Gondomar, in A Game at Chess: A Later Form (5.3.157), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 73

who getts the opinion for a virtuous name
may sin at pleasur and ne'er think of shame/.
By Mother, in A Mad World, My Masters (1.1.181-182), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 164v (rev)

Why should I be bound for mine own money?
By Sir Bounteous, in A Mad World, My Masters (2.4.51-52), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 164v (rev)

chaste credit?
chaste, for like a maid
Once falsely broke, it ever lives decayed.
By Lady Castiza, in The Phoenix (8.19-21), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)

And those that gain all with this Curse receive it
From fools they get it, to their sons they leave it.
By Quieto, in The Phoenix (15.339-340), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)

Whose fortunes are at your disposing set.
Uncle, and father are in you both met.
By First Gentleman, in The Phoenix (6.103-104), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)

They least know
That are above the tedious steps below.
By Phoenix, in The Phoenix (4.228-229), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)

Be mild still
It is honor to forgive those you could kill:
By Phoenix, in The Phoenix (12.199-200), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)

I keep my horse, I keep my whore,
I take no rents, yet am not poor.
I travel all the land about,
And yet was born to ne’re a foot.
with partridge plump, & woodcocke fine,
I do midnight often I use to dine.
And if my whore be not in case,
My hostess' daughter takes her place.
The maids sit up, & watch their turns,
If I stay long the tapster mourns.
The cook-maid has no mind to sin,
Though tempted by the Chamberlain
But when I knock, O how how they bustle,
The Ostler yawns, the Geldings justle.
If maid but sleep, O how they curse her!
And all this comes, deliver your purse, Sir.
By Latrocinio, in The Widow (3.1.22-37), Thomas Middleton
in British Library Additional MS 10309, f. 96r