Loiola complains. They could find no room for me in all yr Kalendar; let every pety martyr take place of me; Roch, Maies, & Pecronell, Itch - & _ Ague – Curer; ye wid. Marcel, parson polycarp, Cicely, & Urslie; & but for ye Bissextile (wn I fall by chance into ye 29 of Febr.) there were no place for me See yr love & Consc.
to thrust 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

-- Cald Rooks
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,
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 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

-- Deeds would make Night blush & wch shame Creation
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 he letts in Mortal poison, who’s cheeks
have cracks wth Laught. to receive it:
sugar’d syllabls they took yr 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

- valu’d above ye fleece 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 m. Ldly Life to Eat, & drink ye Fatt
of one Kḡdom & rail upo another wth ye Juyce of’t
I wrote this Book out of ye strength & marrow of
36 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 ye 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

Being in great pain, Spaletto told him he had a present Cure for him:
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 Executiŏ day, he shewd him ye Hangm. fro ye 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 ye Treasure of my Revenge: I can spend it all
on thee; 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 Falshood! 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, the more yn 12 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; Muzzle
ye barkḡ Tongue men of ye 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 consc. 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, hee’ll teach ye Devil 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 ye Table
in my closet? drawn wth lines, Tropic
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
thḡ my Brain will be, if ere my skull be opend.
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 frō my Heart into my
cheek (a blush) yt 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

R.
I feel no tempest, my consc. is becalmed.
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 yt fidious Model of Face, Falshood. 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 this houre.
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 devil may challenge ye chief chair in hell; &
sitt 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 ye grave or barren Womb.
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

Adultery wth ym ye trifle of a Vice; a meer 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

‘tis all ye fruit, they have after supp. At ye ruine of a
Nunnery 6000 infants Head 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 Issue 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

--Savile, theres no Name for’t. Toads have their titles
& Creatio gave Serpts & 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

Dissemblḡ is yr prime state vertue ye policy of Em
pires, ye Instrument, yt picks ope princes Hearts, & locks
up yr 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 nigh or souls as 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 of a vertuous Name
may sinne at pleasur and near thinke 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)

He thats robde is bound for his owne monye;
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)

Creditte is alwayse chast, for like a mayde
Once falslye broake, it eur lives decayde. ///
By Lady Castiza, in The Phoenix (8.19-21), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)

Allnd those wch gayne all wth this Curse receive it
From fooles they gett it, to ther sonnes they leave it. //
By Quieto, in The Phoenix (15.339-340), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)

My fortunes are at yor disposinge sett.
Vncle, and father are in you both mett. /////
By First Gentleman, in The Phoenix (6.103-104), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)

They least knowe
That are aboue the tedious steps belowe. ///
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 keepe my horse, I keepe my whore,
I have no wealth, yet I’me poore.
I travell all the world about,
And yet was borne to ne’re a foot.
wth partridge plump, with woodcocke fine,
At midnight oft I use to dine.
And when my whore is out of case,
My hostesse daughter takes her place.
The maids sit up, & watch their turnes,
If I stay late the tapster mournes.
The cooke-maid will not yeild to sin,
Though tempted by the Chamberlin
And when I knocke, oh! how they hustle,
The Ostler yawns, the Geldings justle.
And then I call bring forth my horse, Sr
And after comes, deliver your purse, Sr.
By Latrocinio, in The Widow (3.1.22-37), Thomas Middleton
in British Library Additional MS 10309, f. 96r