a man whose blood is very snow-broth, one, who never feels the wanton stings &
motions of the sense, but doth rebate and blunt his natural age with Study & Fastingfast orig-fasting reg-fast
By Lucio,
in Measure for Measure (TLN409-413),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 75
Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly Jewels, Which Pericles hath lost, Begin to
part the fringes of bright gold, Those diamonds of a most praised
water do appearing to make the World twice rich —
By Cerimon,
in Pericles (TLN1298-1302),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 76
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, As sun to day, as Turtle to her Mate, As Iron to
Adamant, as Earth to the Center: Yet after all
comparisons of Truth, As true as Troilus shall crown up the Verse)
& sanctify the numbers.
By Troilus,
in Troilus and Cressida (TLN1810-1816),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 78
When they've said, as false as air, as water, win, or sandy earth, As Fox to Lambs, as wolf to heifer's calf, Pard to the hind as Stepdame to her son, 'Yea,' let them say
to stick the Heart of Falshood, As false as Cressid.
By Cressida,
in Troilus and Cressida (TLN1825-1830),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 78
We two that with so many thousand sighs Did buy each other,
must poorly sell ourselves. with the rude brevity, & discharge
of one. Injurious Time now with a Robber's haste
Crams his rich thievery up he know not how.
By Troilus,
in Troilus and Cressida (TLN2424-2429),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 78
-a falshearted rogue. a most unjust knave I’ll no more trust him, when
he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses. he will spend his
mouth andpromiselike Brabbler the hound:; but when he pforms, Astronomers foretell, it is prodigious. there will come some change. The
Sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his Word
By Thersites,
in Troilus and Cressida (TLN2963-2967),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 79
Daffodils that come before the swallow dares. and take the winds of March with beauty
Violets dim, but sweeter than the Lids of Juno’s Eyes, Or Cytherea's Breath, pale primroses, that die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength--a malady Most incident to maids; bold Oxlips and the crown imperial.
By Perdita,
in Winter's Tale (TLN1932-1940),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 79
A statuary.|
Could he but breath into his Work, would
beguile Nature of her Work Custom; so perfectly he is her
Ape. He so near to Hermione hath done Hermioneso like, that they say one would
speak to her & stand in hope of Answer.
By Third Gentleman,
in Winter's Tale (TLN3105-3110),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 80
As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French crown for your taffeta punk, as Tib's rush for Tom's forefinger, as a pancake for Shrove Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding queen to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth, nay, as the pudding to his skin.
By Clown,
in All's Well that Ends Well (TLN845-850),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 81
Here’s a large Mouth indeed, that spits forth death, and mountains, and rocks, and seas – talks as familiarly of roaring Lions As maids of thirteen
do of puppy -dogs. What cannonier begot this lusty
blood? He speaks plain cannon fire, & smoke and bounce he gives the Bastinado with his tongue. Others are cudgel'd.
--not a word of his, but buffets better than a fist of France: - I was never so
bethumped with words.
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN773-779),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 81
whose armour Conscience buckled on, Whom zeal and charity brought to the field, as Gods own soldier – With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil That Broker, that still breaks the pate of faith, That daily break-vow, he that wins of all, Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids Who, having no external thing to lose, But the word maid, cheats the poor maid of that That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling Commodity. Commodity, the bias of the world The world, who of itself is peised well, Made to run even upon even ground, Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias, This sway of motion, this Commodity, Makes it take head from all indifferency, From all direction, purpose, course, intent. And this same bias, this Commodity, This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, Clapped on the outward eye of fickle France, Hath drawn him from his own determined aid
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN885-905),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 82
Death, Death ô amiable, lovely Death, thou hate &
terror to propserity, , And I will kiss thy bones, I’ll put
my eyeballs in thy vaulty Brows, & ring these fingers
with thy household worms – Come grin on me, & I
will think thou smil’st & buss thee as thy Wife—
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1408-1418),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 82
from the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth: he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string and the little hangman dare not shoot at him; he hath a heart as sound as a bell & his tongue the clapper.
By Don Pedro,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN1217-1221),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 82
I never yet saw man, How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured, but she would spell him backward. If
fair faced, she wouldswear the Gentleman should be her sister. If black;- why Nature drawing an antique made a foul blot; If
tall, a Lance ill-headed; If low, an agate very vilely
cut; If speaking, why, a Vane blown with all winds, If silent, why a Block moved with none: So turns she every man the wrong side out.
By Hero,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN1149-1158),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 83
y our Argosies with portly sail like signiors, and rich
Burgers on the flood, or as it were the pageants of the Sea
Do overpeer the petty traffickers, That curtsy to them, do them reverence, as they fly by them with their woven Wings
By Salarino,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN12-17),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of Nothing more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of Wheat, hid in two bushels of Chaff: you shall
seek all day, ere you find them, & when you have them, they-
are not worth the search.
By Bassanio,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN123-127),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 85
hears merry tales & smiles
not. I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old,
being so full of unmannerly sadness in his Youth. I had rather
be married to a death's-head with a Bone in his mouth.
By Portia,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN240-244),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 85
thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street & because he hathwakenedthy dog, that lain asleep in the sun: didst thoug notfall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter, with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribbon.
By Mercutio,
in Romeo and Juliet (TLN1455-1458),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 88
no pulse shallkeep his native progress but surcease. no warmth, no
breath shall testify thou livest. The Roses in thy Lips,
& cheeks shall fade topaly Ashes. the eyes' windows
fall, like Death, when he shuts up the Day of Life.
By Friar Laurence,
in Romeo and Juliet (TLN2391-2396),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 88
-- puts to him all the Learnings that his time Could make him the receiver of;
which he took, as we do Air, fast as 'twas minister'd.
And in's spring became a Harvest- lived in Court
A Sample to the youngest, to the more mature a Glass, and to the Graver a Child that guids Dotards—
By First Gentleman,
in Cymbeline (TLN52-59),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 88
None here, he hopes, In all this noble bevy, has brought with her One care abroad: he would have all as merry As (first) good Company, good Wine,
Good Welcome can make good people.
By Guildford,
in Henry VIII (TLN669-673),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 90
There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a Brazier by his
Face; for for, o' my conscience 20 of the Dog- days now reign in’s Nose
All that stand about him, are under the Line. they need no other penance,
that Firedrake, did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his nose discharged against me; he stands there like a Mortar-piece
By Man,
in Henry VIII (TLN3298-3305),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 90
A picture|
How this Grace speaks his own standing!
What a mental power This eye shoots forth! How big
Imagination Moves in the hip! To the Dumbness of the
gesture One might interpret.
By Poet,
in Timon of Athens (TLN44-52),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 90
--he plunged thyself in general Riot, melted down thy
youth in different beds of Lust, & never learn'd The icy precepts of respect, but follow’d the sugar'd Game before thee.
By Timon,
in Timon of Athens (TLN1882-1886),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 91
Away, thou issue of a mangy dog! Choler does kill me that thou art alive; I swound to see thee. Would thou wouldst burst! Away, Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose A stone by thee. Beast! Slave! Toad!
By Apemantus,
in Timon of Athens (2005-2013),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 91
He's speaking now, Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?' For so he calls me: now I feed myself With most delicious poison. Think on me, That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar, When thou wast here above the ground, I was A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow; There would he anchor his aspect and die With looking on his life.
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN551-561),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 91
That youth & Observoñn/abbr>observation copied there, & thy commandment all alone shall live With in the book, & volume of my Brain, unmixed with baser matter. --
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN786-789),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 93
But as we often see against some storm, a silence
in the Heavens the Rack stand still, The bold winds speechless & the orb below As hush as Death, anon the dreadful
thunder doth rend the region; so after Pyrrhus' pause A roused vengeance sets him new a-work
By First Player,
in Hamlet (TLN1523-1528),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 93
Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs?
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN1611-1615),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 93
That blurs the grace, & blush of modesty, Calls virtue
hypocrite, takes off the Rose From the faire forehead of
an innocent Love, And sets a Blister there makes
Marriage-Vows As false as Dicers Oaths.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN2424-2428),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 93
F. Martin This guest of summer, the temple-haunting Barlet does approve, by his lov'd Masonry that the Heavens breath smells wooingly here: no jutty frieze, buttress, nor coin of vantage, but this birdhath made his pendent Bed
& where they must breed, and haunt.
By Banquo,
in Macbeth (TLN437-444),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 94
Such smiling Rogues as these Like Rats oft bite the holy cords a-twain, which are t'intrince t'unloose, smooth every Passion That in the
Natures of their Lords rebel; being oil to Fire, Snow
to the colder moods. Revenge, affirm, & turn their Halcyon - beaks with
every gall and vary of their masters, knowing naught, like dogs but following.
By Kent,
in King Lear (TLN1146-1153),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 95
Anth. of Lepidus
/ Though we lay these Honours on this Man to
Ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them, as the Ass bears Gold, To
groan, & sweat under the business, Either led, or driven, as
we point the Way. When he hath brought our Treasure
where we will, Then take we down his Load, & turn
him off, Like to the empty Ass, to shake his Ears &
graze in Commons. /
By Antony,
in Julius Caesar (TLN1875-1880),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96
You are no surer, no, than is the Coal of Fire upon the Ice, or Hailstones in
the Sun: Your virtue is To make him worthy whose offence subdues him And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims
with fins of Lead, & hews down oaks with rushes
By Martius,
in Coriolanus (TLN184-192),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96
Ambitious for poor knaves caps, & Legs.
You wear out a good wholesome Forenoon in hearing
a Cause between an Orange-wife & a fosset -seller,
& then rejourn the Controversy of of three-pence to a second day of Audience.
By Menenius,
in Coriolanus (TLN964-968),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 97
When you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the
wagging of y our Beards. & your Beards deserve
not so honourable a grave, as to stuff a Botcher's Cushion,
or to be entombed in an Asse's packsaddle
By Menenius,
in Coriolanus (TLN981-984),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 97
It gives me an Estate of seven year's health; in which
time I will make a lip at the physician: the most sovereign prescription in Galen is but empiricutic and to this preservative
of no better Report, than a horse -drench.
By Menenius,
in Coriolanus (TLN1111-1115),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 97
In human Action, & Capacity of
no more soul, nor fitness for the World, than Camels
in the War, who have their provand, only for bearing
burdens, & sore Blows for sinking under them.
By Brutus,
in Julius Caesar (TLN1176-1180),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 97
His Nr&235;Nature is too noble for the World. He would not
flatter Neptune for his Trident, or Jove for's
power to Thunder. His Heart's his Mouth; what
his breast forges, that his Tongue must vent.
And being angry does forget that ever he heard
the Name of Death.
By Menenius,
in Coriolanus (TLN1983-1988),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 98
The fire i'th'lowest Hell fold in the people!. Call me their Traitor, thou injurious Tribune?
with in thine Eyes sat twenty thousand Deaths, In thy hands
clutched as many Millions, in Thy lying Tongue
both Numbers; I would say Thou liest unto thee, with a voice
as free, As I do pray the gods.
By Coriolanus,
in Coriolanus (TLN2348-2354),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 98
I do love my country's good with a respect more tender
more holy, & profound, than my own Life, My dear
wife's Estimate, Her wombs increase, the Treasure
of my Loins--
By Cominus,
in Coriolanus (TLN2397-2401),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 98
The Tartness of his Face sours ripe grapes. when
he walks, he moves like an Engine, & the Ground
shrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce
a corslet with his Eye: talks like a Knell; & his -
hum is a Battery. He sits in his State as a
thing made for Alexander.
By Menenius,
in Coriolanus (TLN3586-3591),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 99
Diana's
Foresters. Gentlemen of the Shade. Minions of the Moon, and let men say we be men of good government, being governed as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon,
under who's countenance they steal.
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN139-142),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 99
He is as tedious as a tired Horse; a railing Wife;
Worse than a smoky House. I'd rather Live with
Cheese, & garlic in a Windmill far than feed on Cates
& have him talk to me in any summer house in Christendom
By Hotspur,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN1690-1695),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 100
the whiteness in thy cheek is, apter than thy tongue to tell thy Errand.
Even such a Man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, drew priams Curtain in the dead
of night, and would have told him half his Troy was burnt.
By Northumberland,
in Richard II (TLN128-132),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 100
N ever any of these demure boys come to any proof. for thin drink so over-cool their blood, and making many fish meals, that they fall into a kind of Male Greensickness and then, when they marry they get Wenches. They are generally fools, and cowards
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN2327-2332),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 101
And whatsoever cunning fiend, it was that Wrought upon thee so, preposterously Hath
got the Voice in Hell for Excellence: And other devils that suggest by treasons do botch, & bungle
up Damnation with patches, col our s, and with forms being fetched from glist'ring semblances of piety. But he that tempered thee bade thee stand up, Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
By Prince Hal,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN740-749),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 101
-- Ill-favoredly become the morning field. Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose And our air shakes them passing scornfully. Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggared host:
By Grandpre,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN2212-2215),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 102
If thou canst love a fellow of this temper Kate, whose Face is not worth
sun burning; that never looks in his glass for Love of
any thing he sees there let thine eye be thy cook; I speak to thee plain
soldier) If thou canst love me for this Take me.
By Prince Hal,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN3135-3140),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 102
A speaker is but a prater, a Rhyme but a ballad.
a good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop.
a black beard will turn white. a curled pate will
grow bald. a fair face will wither. a full Eye
will wax hollow: But a good Heart ---
By Prince Hal,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN3148-3151),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 102
I should not deal in her soft laws, She did corrupt frail Nr&235;Nature with some Bribe, To shrink mine Arm
up like a witherd shrub, To make an envious-
Mountain on my back, Where sits Deformity to
mock my Body, To shape my legs of an unequal size
To disproportion my in every part, like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp, That carries no Impression
like the DammDam.
By Gloucester,
in Henry VI, part 2 (TLN1678-1686),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 103
Richard 3d|
The owl shriek'd at thy Birth, an evil sign the night crow
cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees; The Raven rook'd her on the chimney’s Top; And
chattering pies in dismal Discord sung; Thy mother
felt more than a mothers pain And yet brought forth
less than a mothers Hope, To wit, an indigested and deformed lump,
By King Henry IV,
in Richard II (TLN3128--3125),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 103
my blood hath been too cold and temperate
Unapt to stir at these indignities
& you have found me for accordingly
you tread upon my Patience
but my condition
which hath been smooth like as oil soft as young down And therefore lost that Title of Respect
which the proud soul ne're pays but to the proud
By King Henry IV,
in Richard II (TLN322-330),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 64078, f. 47v rev.
Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange Eruptions, oft the teeming Earth
is with a kind of colic pinched and vexed
by the Imprisoning of unruly wind
with in her womb, which for enlargement striving shakesshakes the old beldam Earth, & topples down
steeples and moss-grown towers:
By Hotspur,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN1551-1554),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 64078, f. 47v rev.
And then I stole all the courtesy from heaven, and dressed myself in such humility, That I did pluck allegiance from mens hearts Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, Even in the presence of the crowned king.
By King Henry IV,
in Richard II (TLN1869-1873),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 64078, f. 48r rev.
a valiant man taxed of feares
Do me no slander, Douglas. By my life -- And I dare well maintain it with my life --
If well respected honor bid me on
I hold as little counsel with weak fear
as you , my lord, or any Scot that this day lives.
Let it be seen tomorrow in the battle
By Vernon,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN2471-2476),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 64078, f. 47r rev.
Making it momentary as a sound, swift as a shadow, short as any
dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That (in a
spleen ) unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power
to say behold, The jaws of darkness do devour it up, so quick
bright things come to confusion
By Lysander,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN153-159),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 79
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed so
sanded, and their heads are hung, with ears that sweep away the mor
ning dew, Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian Bulls
Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under each
A cry more tuneable Was never hallowed to, nor cheered with horn
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1640-1646),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 79
] I never may believe These antique fables, and these fairy toys
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fan
cies, that apprehend more, that cool reason ever comprehends.—
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devil then vast hell can hold That is the madman the lover all as frantic sees He
lens beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye in a fine
frenzy rolling Doth glance from heaven to Earth from earth to
heaven, and as imagination bodies forth the form of things
unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes, and gives to
airy nothing a local habitation, and a name.
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1794-1809),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
--Where I have come great Clerks have purposed to greet
me with welcomes. Where I have seen them
shiver, and look pale, Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle your practiced accent in their fears, And in conclusion, dumbly
have broke off, not paying me a welcome. Trust
me, sweet, Out of this silence yet I picked a welcome, and
in the modesty of fearful duty I read as much, as from the
rat'ling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence. Love ergotherefore and tongue-tied sim:
plicity In least speak most to my capacity
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1890-1903),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
Why, Is not a lamentable thing that of the skin of a inno
cent lamb should be made parchment, that Parchment, being scribbled over, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since. The crimes with the Rebells (Jack Cade &c) laid to the Lord say
By Cade,
in Henry VI, part 2 (TLN2395-2400),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realmin erecting a grammar school, and where as before, our Forefathers had no other Books but the Score and the Tally, you have caused printing to be and contrary to the King, his crown, and dignity
thou hast built a papermill. It will be to thy Face, that thou hast men about thee, that usually talk
house of a
nown, & verb, & such abominable words, as no Christian
ear can endure to hear.
By Cade,
in Henry VI, part 2 (TLN2666-2674),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
Bolingbroke: 'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?' Spirit: By water shall he die, and take his end. Bolingbroke: 'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?' Spirit: Let him shun castles
By Spirit,
in Henry VI, part 2 (TLN660-665),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
Bastardy? base, base? Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take More composition and fierce quality Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed, Go to creatinga whole tribe of fops, Got 'tween asleep and wake?
By Edmund,
in King Lear (TLN344-349),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
Have more than thou showest, speak less than thou knowest, lend less than thou owest, ride more than thou goest, learn more than thou trowest, set less than thou throwest, Leave thy drink and thy whore, And keep in-a-door & thou shalt have more than two tens to a score.
By Fool,
in King Lear (TLN648-657),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
A lily livered action-taking, a whoreson glass-glazingsuper-serviceablefinical rogue, a one trunk inheriting slave ; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will
beat into clamorous whining
By Kent,
in King Lear (TLN1090-1096),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
Thou whoreson Zed, thou unnecessary letter. My lord, if you will give me leaveI will tread this
unbolted villain into mortar, & daub the wall of a jakes with him
By Kent,
in King Lear (TLN1138-1140),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 82
The cockney did to the eels when she put them in the paste alive; she knapped'em o' the coxcombs with a stick and cried down, wantons down! 'Twas her brother that, in pure kindness to his horse, buttered his hay
By Fool,
in King Lear (TLN1399-1402),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 82
Things won are done joy's soul lies in the doing.
That she belov'd knows naught that knows not this
Men prize the thing ungained more than it is
that she was never yet, that ever knew
Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach
Achievement, is command: ungained beseech
That though my heart's contents firm love doth bear
Nothinge from of that shall from mine eyes appear
By Cressida,
in Troilus and Cressida (TLN444-453),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 156v (rev)
Tis beauty truly blent whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy
By Viola,
in Twelfth Night (TLN530-535),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 162r (rev)
Imperial Caesar dead and turned to clay
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away
Oh that, that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN3400-3403),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
Give thy thoughts no tongue,
nor any unproportioned thought his Act
be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast & their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel:
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatched; unfledg’d couragecomrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in
Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee;
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment
By Polonius,
in Hamlet (TLN524-534),
William Shakespeare
in University of Chicago MS 824, f. 113r
Neither a borrower nor a Lender be,
for loan oft loses both it self & Friend,
and borrowing dulleth the edge of Husbandry This above all: to thine own self be true.
By Polonius,
in Hamlet (TLN540-543),
William Shakespeare
in University of Chicago MS 824, f. 113r
She that was ever fair & never proud
Had tongue at will & yet was never loud:
Never lacked gold & yet went never gay
Fled from her wish & yet said now I may.
She that being angered, her revenge being nigh
Bade her wrong stay & her displeasure fly.
She that could think & not disclose her mind
See suitors following & not look behind.
By Iago,
in Othello (TLN923-932),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous c. 34, f. 60
Women’s Unknown Virtues
She, that was ever fair, & never proud;
Had Tongue at Will, & yet was never loud;
Never lacked Gold, & yet went never gay;
Fled from her Wish, yet said, Now I may:
She that being angered, & her Revenge being nigh,
bade her Wrong, Stay, & her Displeasure, Fly:
She, that in wisdom was never so frail to change the cod's head for the salmon's trail. She that could think, & never disclose her Mind;
See Suitors following, & not look behind:
She was a Wight, (if ever such Wights were)
By Iago,
in Othello (TLN923-933),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 53, f.43
If it were now to die, | twere now to be most happy, for I fear | my soul hath her content so absolute, | that not another comfort like to this | succeeds in unknown fate.
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN967-971),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83v
And what delight shall she have to look on the devil? When the blood is made dull with the act of sport, there should be a game to enflame it, and give satiety a fresh appetite
By Iago,
in Othello (TLN1009-1011),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84r
'Tis not to make me jealous, | to say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN1799-1802),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84r
Oh, curse of marriage, | that we can call these delicate creatures ours, | And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad And live upon the vapor of a dungeon | than keep a corner of a thing I love | for others' uses.
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN1899-1904),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84r
Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, | but with a little act upon the blood|
burn like the mines of sulfur. I did say so. Look where he comes, Not poppy, nor mandragora, | Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world| shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, | which thou owedst yesterday.
By Iago,
in Othello (TLN1966-1974),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84r
This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart-- | Hot, hot, and moist. This hand of yours requires| a sequester from liberty: fasting and praying, | much castigation, exercise devout tis most veritable-he, tone,
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN2181-2184),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84r
Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you That by your virtuous means I may again, exist and be a member of his love, WhomI, with all the office of my heart,entirely honor with all the office of my heart.
By Cassio,
in Othello (TLN2265-2269),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84r
Is This the noble Moor whom our full senate Call all in all sufficient? Is this the nature | whom passion could not shake? Whose solid virtue, the shot of accident, nor dart of chance could neither graze nor nor pierce?
By Lodovico,
in Othello (TLN2663-2667),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84r
It is ye cause, it is ye cause my soul. | let me not name it to you, you choice stars: | it is ye cause . Yet I'll not shed her blood, | Nor scar yt whiter skin of hers than snow, | and smooth as monumental alabaster,| yet she must die else she'll betray more men. | Put out the light, and then put out the light:| If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, | I can again thy former light restore |
should I repent me. But once put out the light, If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore Should I repent me. But once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature I
know not where is yt Promethean heat, | yt can thy light relume: When I have plucked thy rose/
I cannot giue it vital growth again, | It needs must wither: | I'll smell it on the tree. [He kisses her.]
O balmy breath, yt dost almost persuade | Justice to break her sword: one more, one more | bee thus
when thou art dead, and I will kill thee| and love thee after: one more, and that's ye last. | So
sweet was ne're so fatal: I must weep, | But they are cruel tears: This sorrows heavenly,
It strikes where it doth love.
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN3240-3262),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84v
Behold I have a weapon, | a better never did itself sustain | upon a soldiers thigh. I have seen
the day, | [that] [with] this little arm and this good sword, BR note ***: The c below in control is inverted. Not sure how to show that. | I have made my way through more impediments | Thank twenty times your stop . But--O vain boast!-- | who can control his fate? tis not so now. |
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN3559-3565),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84v
Be not afraid though you doe see me weaponed; | here is my journey's end, here is my butt, | and very seamark of my utmost sail. | Do you go back dismayed? tis a lost fear, |
man but a rush against Othello's breast, | and he retires. Where should Othello go ?| Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starred wench, ,|pale as thy smock; when we shall meet at compt This the look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, | and fiends will snatch at it: Cold, cold, my girl?Even like thy chastity. O cursèd, cursèd slave! Whip me, ye devils, from the possession of this heavenly sight, Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulfur, Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire --O Desdemon! Dead Desdemon! Dead--Oh, Oh!
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN3559-3581),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84v
I have done [the] state some service, and they know't: | No more of [that]: I pray you in your letters, | when
you shall these unlucky deeds relate; | Speak of me as I am, nothing extenuate, | Nor set down aught in malice:
then you must speak, | of one [that] loved not wisely, but too well: | of one not easily jealous, but being
wrought, | perplexed in [the] extreme: of one whose hand, | like [the] base Indian threw a pearl away /
richer than all his tribe: of one whose subdued eyes | Albeit unused to [the] melting mood | Drops tears
as fast as [the] Arabian trees | their medicinable gum: Set you down this; | and say besides [that] in
Aleppo once, | where a malignant and a turbanedTurk | beat a Venetian, and traduced [the] state; | I took by th' throat [the] circumcised dog, | and smote him thus. [Othello stabs himself.]
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN3648-3668),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84v
to persever | in obstinate condolement, is a course of impious stubbornness, It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, A heart unfortified, a mind impatient, An understanding simple and unschooled -
By King Claudius,
in Hamlet (TLN275-279),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favor,, hold it a fashion and a toy in blood, a violet in the youth of primy nature, forward not permanent sweet not lasting, [the] perfume and suppliance of a minute No more.
By Laertes,
in Hamlet (TLN468-470),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
Give thy thoughts no tongue, | nor any unproportioned thought his act Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment 530Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, Bear't that th'opposèd may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice.Take each man's censure, but we reserve thy judgment
By Polonius,
in Hamlet (TLN525-534),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
it is a custom more honored in [the] breach than [the] observanceThis heavy-headed revel east and west Makes us traduced and taxed of other nations.They clepe us drunkards and with swinish phrase soil our addition, and indeed it takes from our achievements though performed at height [the] pith and marrow of our attribute.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN620-627),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
some habit [that] too much o'erleavens [the] form of plausive manners: that these men carrying [the] stamp of onedefect Being Nature's livery, or Fortune's star,, his virtues else be they as pure as grace, as infinite as man may undergo, shall in [the] general censure take corruption from [that] particular fault.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN621.13-621.20),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
Tell me why thy canonized bones hearsed in death have burst their cerements? why [the] sepulcher, Wherin we saw thee quietly inured, hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws, to cast thee up again? What may this mean That thou, dead corpse, again in complete steel Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition [with] thoughts beyond [the] reaches of our souls
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN631-641),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
But [that] I am forbid,| to tell [the] secrets of my prison house, / I could a tale unfold whose lightest word / would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, | make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, | thy knotted and combined d locks to part,| and each particular hair to stand on end, like quills upon [the] fretful porpentine.
By Ghost,
in Hamlet (TLN698-705),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
Remember thee? I, thou poor ghost while memory holds a seat| in this distracted globe, remember thee, | yea from [the] table of my memory | I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, | all saws of books, all forms, all pressures past/ [that] youth and observation copied there, | and thy commandment all alone shall live, | within [the] book and volume of my brian | unmixed [with] baser metal.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN777-778),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
But let me conjure you by [the] isoo rights of our fellowship, by [the] consonancy of our youth, by [the] obligation of our ever preserved love, and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct [with] me whether you were sent for or no.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN1331-1335),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
what a piece of work is man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable in action, how like an angel in apprehension how like a god, the beauty of the world; the paragon of animals. and yet to me what is this quintessence of dust.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN1350-1355),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
for in [the] very torrent , tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of [your] passion you acquire and beget a temperance, [that] may give it smoothness. Oh it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, who for [the] most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows, & noise
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN1854-1861),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
Why should [the] poor be flattered? No let [the] candied tongue lick absurd pomp, | and crook [the] pregnant hinges of [the] knee,| where thrift may follow fawning.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN1910-1913),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
The imminent death of twenty thousand men That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot. whereon [the] numbers cannot try [the] cause;| [which] is not tombe enough and and continent | to hide [the] slain.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN2743.55-2743.59),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
I bought an unction of a mountebank so mortal; [that] but dip a knife in it where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare collected from all simples [that] have virtue under [the] moon, can save [the] thing from death, [that] is but scratched withal.
By Laertes,
in Hamlet (TLN3092-3093),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85v
Was't Hamlet wronged Laertes? Never Hamlet. If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away|. and when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, | Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it,| who does it then? His madness. If't be so, | Hamlet is of [the] fashion [that] is wronged ,| His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN3685-3691),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85v
Behold her eyelids cases to those heavenly jewels Which Pericles hath lost begin to part their fringes of bright gold
By Cerimon,
in Pericles (TLN1298-1300),
William Shakespeare
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 4v
She's able to freeze the god Priapus and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravish'd or be rid of her. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her master reasons, her prayers, her knees, that she would make a Puritan of the devil if he should cheapen a kiss of
her
By Bawd,
in Pericles (TLN1790-1795),
William Shakespeare
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 4v
With her nee'le she composes natures own shape of bud, bird, branch, or berry, That even her art sisters the natural Roses
By Gower,
in Pericles (TLN1970-1972),
William Shakespeare
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 5v
If two gods should play some heavenly match
and on the wager lay two earthly women and Portia
one, there must be something else pawn'd with the other
for the poor rude would hath not her
fellow
By Jessica,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN1814-1818),
William Shakespeare
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 5v
the tongues of dying men enforce attention
like deep harmony where words are scarce
they are seldome spent in vaine for they
breathe truth that breathe their words in
pain. He that no more must say, is listened more
Than they whom youth and ease have taught
to gloze, more are men’s ends marked than
their lives before. The setting sun and music
at the close. As the last taste of sweets is
sweetest last written in remembrance more
than things long past.
By John of Gaunt,
in Richard II (TLN646-655),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 697
Of neither, girl, For if of joy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of sorrow; Or if of grief, being altogether had, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy. For what I have I need not to repeat,
By Queen Isabella,
in Richard II (TLN1820-1825),
William Shakespeare
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.97r
Richmond alone
O thou whose captain I account myself Look on my forces with a gracious eye Put in their hands the bruising Irons of Wrath That they may crush down with a heavy fall The usurping Helmets of our Adversaries Make us thy ministers of thy Chastisement That we may praise thee in thy Victory. To thee I do commend my watchful Soul Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes. Sleeping and waking Oh Defend me still
By Richmond,
in Richard III (TLN3551-3560),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 2v
French King at Angiers in King John p. 5
For this downtrodden Equity, we tread In warlike march, these greens before your town Being no further Enemy to you Than the constraint of hospitable Zeal In the releif of this oppressed child Religiously provokes.
By King Philip,
in King John (TLN547-552),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 3v
King John
And with a blessed and unvexed Retire With unhacked swords, and Helmets all Unbruised We will bear home that lusty blood again Which here we came to spout against your Town.
By King Philip,
in King John (TLN559-562),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 3v
Of Love__
_Twas pretty though a plague To see him every hour to sit and draw His arched brows, his hawking eye his curls In our hearts table: heart too capable. Of Every line and trick of his sweet favour But now he's gone and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics .___
By Helena,
in All's Well that Ends Well (TLN96-102),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 4r
Of Virginity— To speak on the part of virginity is to accuse your mothers, which is most infallible disobedience. He that hangs himself is a virgin: virginity murders itself, and should be buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit as a desperate offendress against nature.
By Parolles,
in All's Well that Ends Well (TLN141-147),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 4r
"Character of a courtier"
He did look far into Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the bravest. He lasted long But on us both did haggish Age steal one And wore us out of Act: it much repairs me To talk of your good father.
By King,
in All's Well that Ends Well (TLN272-277),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 4v
Would I were with him, he would always say (Methinks I hear him now) his plausive words He scatterd not in ears but grafted them To grow there and to bear: Let me not live This his good melancholy of began On the Catastrophe and hell of past time When it was out: Let me not live quoth he After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain &c.
By King,
in All's Well that Ends Well (TLN299-308),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 4v
Of Gold H.4.p.9 4 x 213 5
How quickly Nature falls into Revolt When Gold becomes her Object For this the foolish over careful fathers Have broke their sleeps with thoughts Their brains with care their bones with Industry For this they have engrossed and piled up The cankered heaps of strange-achieved Gold For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons with Arts and martial Exercises
By King Henry IV,
in Richard II (TLN2596-2604),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 5v
Prince Henry excusing himself for taking the Crown 95
But if it did infect my blood with Joy, Or swell my thoughts to any strain of Pride If any Rebel or vain spirit of mine Did with the least affection of a welcome Give Entertainment to the might of it &c
By Prince Hal,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN2704-2708),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 5v
Of Recommending a Knave – H.4.p.96-
I grant your Worship that he is a Knave Sir: But yet
Heaven forbid Sir but a Knave should have some countenace
at his Friends Request. An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself when a Knave is not. I have served
your Worship truly Sir 8 eight years and I cannot
once or twice in a Quarter bear out a Knave against
an Honest Man I have very little credit with your
Worship. The Knave is mine Honest friend Sir therefore
I beseech you let him be countenanced
By Davy,
in Henry IV, part 2 (TLN2833-2840),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 6r
/ This is like upon
the same foundation with Bruyere who says that Men
in good full Health and affluent circumstances will laugh at
a dwarf Monkey or a wretched Tale. Men less happy
never laugh but to the pupose-
O it is much that a lie (with a slight Oath) and a
Jest with a sad countenance will do with a fellow that
never had the Ache in his shoulders.
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN2870-2872),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 6r
Of the Rabble p. 46 Shakespeare Coriolanus:
- Woolen vassals, things created To buy and sell with groats to show bare heads In Congregations, to yawn be still and wonder When one but of my Ordinance stood up To speak of peace or war.
By Coriolanus,
in Coriolanus (TLN2095-2098),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 6r
Of their being Politicians and Newsmongers Ibidem 31
Hang them: they say They'll sit by the fire and presume to know What's done in the Capitol: Who's like to rise Who thrives and who declines: Side Factions and give out Conjectural marraiges, making parties strong And feebling such as stand not in their Liking Below their cobbled shoes.
By Martius,
in Coriolanus (TLN203-208),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 6r
Of their Mutinies
31 Ibidem
Hang them They said they were an hungry sighed forth Proverbs, That Hunger broke stone Walls, that dogs must eat, That meat was made for mouths, that the Gods sent not Corn for the rich men only -- with these shreds They vented their Complainings
By Martius,
in Coriolanus (TLN218-222),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7r
Of dull Magistrates Applicable to the Lawyers 37 applicable to the Laywers ---- Ibidem
You wear out a good’ wholesome forenoon in hearing a
cause between an Orange Wife and a faucet-seller and
then adjourn the controversy of threepence to a second
day of Audience.
By Menenius,
in Coriolanus (TLN965-968),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7r
Directions to speak to em the Populace ---- 47. Ibidem
- I prithee now my son Go to em with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretch'd it (here be with them ) Thy knee bussing the stones for in such business Action is Eloquence; and the eyes of the Ignorant More learned than the Ears
By Volumnia,
in Coriolanus (TLN2173-2178),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7r
Of Honour -- Troylus & ---- p. 16 -- Shakespeare
And not a man for being simple Man Hath any Honour; but honoured by those Honours That are without him: as place riches favour Prizes of Accident as oft as Merit Which when they fall (as being slippery standers) The love that leaned on them as slippery too Doth one pluck down another and together Die in the fall.
By Achilles,
in Troilus and Cressida (TLN1932-1939),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7v
Description of King Johns Expedition into France p. 4 K. John.
With them a Bastard of the King deceasec And all the unsettled Humours of the Land Rash inconsiderate fiery volunteers With ladies faces and fierce Dragons spleens Have sold their fortunes at their native homes Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs To make hazard of new fortunes here In brief a braver choice of dauntless spirits Then now the English bottoms have waft ore Did nearer float upon the swelling Tide, To do offense and scathe in Christendom The interruption of their Churlish drums Cuts off more circumstance they are at hand, &c
By Chatilllon,
in King John (TLN359-371),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7v
What Cannoneer begot this lusty blood He speaks plain cannon fire and smoke and bounce He gives the bastinado with his tongue Our ears are cudgelled, not a word of his but buffets better than the fist of France: Zounds I was never so bethumped with words
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN777-183),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8r
Of Interest p. 8 Bastard
And why rail I on this commodity? But for because he hath not wooed me yet: Not that I have the power to clutch my hand, When his fair Angels would salute my Palm But for my hand as unattempted yet Like a poor beggar raileth on the Rich Well whiles I am a beggar I will rail And say there is no Sin but to be Rich: And being rich my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but Beggary:
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN908-917),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8v
Constance to her son Arthur upon the French peace with John
Of Natures gifts thou mayest with Lillies boast, And with the half-blown rose --- But Fortune She is corrupted changed & won from thee She adulterates hourly with thine Uncle John, And with her golden hand hath plucked on France
By Constance,
in King John (TLN974-978),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8v
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side Thou Fortunes Champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety: thou What a fool art Thou A ramping fool to brag and stamp & swear Upon my party: thou cold blooded slave Hast thou not spoke like Thunder on my side Been sworn my Soldier bidding me depend Upon thy stars, thy fortune and thy Strength
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1044-1052),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 10r
Thou canst not Cardinal devise a name So slight unworthy and Ridiculous To charge me to an answer as the Pope Tell him this Tale, and from the mouth of England Adds thus much more that no Italian Priest Shall tithe or toll in our Dominions
By King John,
in King John (TLN1076-1081),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 9v
See King Johns complexity in
breaking Arthurs death to Hubert
Come Hither Hubert O my Gentle Hubert We owe thee much within this wall of Flesh There is a Soul counts thee her Creditor And with advantage means to pay thy Love Give me thy hand I had a thing to say But I will fit it with some better tune By heaven Hubert I am almost ashamed To say what good respect I have of thee
By King John,
in King John (TLN1318-1346),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 10r
Good Hubert Hubert Hubert throw thine eye On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what my friend He is a very serpent in my way And wheresoever this foot of mine doth tread He lies before me: dost thou understand me Thou art his keeper. ---
By King John,
in King John (TLN1359-1373),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 10r
the concern of a fond mother for her son Constance
for Arthur p. 12 King John
Father Cardinal I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in Heaven If that be true I shall see my boy again For since the birth of Cain, the first male Child To him that did but yesterday suspire There was not such a gracious creature born. But now will Canker sorrow eat my Bud And chase the native beauty from his Cheek And he will look as hollow as a Ghost As dim and meager and as an ague s fit And so he'll die; and rising so again When I shall meet him in the Court of Heaven I shall not know him: therefore never never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more Grief fills the room up of my absent Child. Lies in his bed walks up and down with me Puts on his pretty looks repeats his words Remembers me of all his gracious parts Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1461-1481),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11
A wish for Death by Constance p. 12. +
Death Death o amiable lovely Death Thou odoriferous stench sound rottenness Arise forth from the couch of lasting Night Thou hate and terror to prosperity And I will kiss thy detestable bones And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows And ring these fingers with thy household worms And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust And be a carrion monster like thyself: Come grin on me, and I will think thou smilest And buss thee as thy Wife.
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1408-1418),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11v
No natural exhalation in the sky No Scope of Nature no distempered day No common wind, no customed event, But they will pluck away his natural cause And call them meteors prodigies and signs Abortives Presages and Tongues of Heaven, Plainly denouncing Vengeance upon John.
By Pandulpho,
in King John (TLN1538-1544),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11v
natural speech of a Child – p. 13
Mercy on me Methinks no body should be sad but I Yet I remember when I was in France Young gentlemen would be as sad as night Only for wantonness: by my Christendom, So I were out of Prison and kept Sheep I should be as merry as the day is long And so I would be here but that I doubt My Uncle practices more harm against me He is
By Arthur,
in King John (TLN1585-1593),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12r
Are you sick Hubert? you look pale today In sooth, I would you were a little sick That I might sit all night and watch with You I warrant I love you more than you do me.
By Arthur,
in King John (TLN1601-1604),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12r
Have you the heart? When your head did but ache I knit my handkerchief about your brows (The best I had a Princes wrought it me) And I did never ask it you again: And with my hand at Midnight held your head And like the watchful minutes to the hour Still and anon cheered up the heavy time Saying what lack you and where lies your grief
By Arthur,
in King John (TLN1616-1624),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
The conjectures and discourse of the Rabble upon prodigies p. 16
My lord, they say five moons were seen tonight Four fixed and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous motion
By Hubert,
in King John (TLN1906-1927),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
The Guilt of All Looks
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done! Hads’t not thou been by A fellow by the hand of nature marked Quoted and signed to do a deed of Shame, This murder had not come into my mind But taking note of thy abhorred aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villany Apt liable to be employed in Danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs Death
By King John,
in King John (TLN1944-1952),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
Hadst thou but shook thy head or made a pause When I spake darkly what I purposed Or turned an eye of doubt upon my face As bid me tell my Tale in express words Deep shame had struck me dumb ---
By King John,
in King John (TLN1956-1960),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
Of Villains Tears--- p. 17
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes For Villany is not without such Rheume And he long traded in it makes it seem Like Rivers of Remorse & Innocency.
By Salisbury,
in King John (TLN2110-2113),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
p. 18 against showing fear
Let not the world see fear and sad Distrust Govern the motion of a Kingly eye: Be stirring as the Time be Fire with Fire Threaten the Threatener and outface the brow Of Bragging Horror: So shall inferior eyes That borrow their behaviours from the Great Grow great by your Example and put on The dauntless spirit of Resolution ----
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN2214-2221),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
description of a dying man p. 20
Have I not hideous Death within my View, Retaining but a Quantity of Life Which bleeds away, even as a form of Wax Resolveth from his figure against the Fires
By Melune,
in King John (TLN2483-2486),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
John poisoned 22
And none of you will bid the winter come To thrust his icy fingers in my maw Nor let my kingdoms Rivers take their courses Through my burned bosom: nor intreat the North To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips And comfort me with Cold
By King John,
in King John (TLN2644-2649),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
of a Merry Men -
-- but a merrier man, Within the Limit of becoming Mirth, I never spent an hours talk withal His eye begets occasion for his Wit For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirthmoving jest, Which his fair Tongue (Conceits Expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious Words That aged ears play Truant at his Tales And younger hearers are quite ravished So sweet and Voluble is his Discourse.
By Rosaline,
in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN559-568),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 14v
a flatterers is favorite
Some carry Tales some Please-Man, some slight Zany Some mumble-news some Trencher Knight, some Dick That smiles his Cheek in the ars and knows the trick To make my lady laugh when she's disposed
By Berowne,
in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2402-2405),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 15v
Of a Mocker and a Remedy for it
The Worlds large tongue Proclaims you for a man replete with Mocks Full of Comparisons and wounding Flouts, Which you on all estates will execute That lie within the mercy of your wit.
By Rosaline,
in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2803-2807),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 15v
--That’s the way to choke a Gibing Spirit Whose Influence is begot of that loose Grace Which shallow laughing Hearers give to Fools A jests prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the Tongue Of him that makes it---
By Rosaline,
in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2819-2824),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 15v
of a bad Actor/ Of Modesty/
foolish mild man an honest man look you and soon dashed. He is a marvelous good Neighbour in faith, and a very good Bowler: but for Alexander alas you see how 'tis a little ore-parted
By Costard,
in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2533-2536),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 16r
R By being Peevish--- Of Affected Gravity and Wisdom
There are a sort of men whose Visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond And do a willful stillness entertain With purpose to be dressed in an opinion Of Wisdom Gravity or profound conceit &c
By Gratiano,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN97-101),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 16v
Of Friendship
You know me well and herein spend but Time To wind about my Love with Circumstance And out of Doubt you do me now more wrong In making question of my uttermost Than if you had made Waste of all I have
By Antonio,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN163-166),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 16v
Of Joy destroying the faculties of speech to show it
--You have bereft me of all words Only my blood speaks to you in my veins And there is such confusion in my powers As after some Oration fairely spoke By a beloved Prince there doth appear Among the buzzing pleased Multitude Where every Something being blent together Turns to a Wild of Nothing save of Joy express'd and not express'd ___
By Bassanio,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN1522-1530),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 18v
Of an Unpleasing letter
There are some shrewd contents in yond same paper, That steals the colour from Bassanio's cheek: Some dear friend dead else Nothing in the World Could turn so much the constitution of any constant man._
By Portia,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN1596-1602),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 19
Of a Wifes believing her husbands friend
In Companions That do converse and waste the Time together Whose souls do bear an equal yoke Of love, There must be needs a like proportion Of lineaments of manners and of spirit Which makes me think that this Antonio Being the bosom lover of my Lord Must needs be like my Lord. If it be so How little is the cost I have bestowed In purchasing the semblance of my Soul From out the state of Hellish misery This comes too near the praising of myself; Therefore no more of it
By Portia,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN1738-1749),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 19
Death an advantage to the miserable__. ;23456 78
--- It is still Fortunes Use To let the wretched man outlive his Wealth To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow An Age of Poverty. From which lingering penance Of such misery doth she cut me off. —&c
By Antonio,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN2183-2187),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 19
Of Music
Soft Stillness and the Night
Become the touches of Sweet Harmony—
Do but note a wild and wanton herd Or race of youthful and unhandled Colts Fetching mad bounds bellowing and neighing loud Which is the hot Condition of their blood If they but hear perchance a Trumpet sound Or any air of music touch their ears You shall perceive them make a mutual stand Their savage eyes turned to a Modest gaze By the sweet power of music ___
By Lorenzo,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN2484-2492),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 19
The Man that hath no music in Himself Nor is not moved with Concord of sweet Sounds Is fit for Treasons stratagems and spoils The motions of his spirit are dull as Night And his Affections dark as Erebus Let no such man be trusted: ___
By Lorenzo,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN2495-2501),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 19
And bid him speak of patience; Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine And let it answer every strain for strain As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, In every lineament branch shape and form If such a one will smile and stroke his beard
By Leonato,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN2089-2094),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 20 r
Patch grief with Proverbs make misfortune drunk With Candle-Wasters: bring him yet to me And I of him will gather Patience But there is no such man: for Brother Men Can council and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel, but tasting it, Their council turns to Passion which before Would give men (strikethrough) preceptial medicine to rage
By Leonato,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN2096-2103),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 20 r
Charm ache with air and Agony with words No no, 'tis all men's office to speak Patience To those that wring under the load of Sorrow But no mans virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral; when he shall endure The like himself
By Leonato,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN2105-2110),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 20v
Of a shady Bower
Bid her steel into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the Sun Forbid the Sun to enter like favourites Made proud by Princes, that advance their Pride Against the power that bred it ___
By Hero,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN1094-1098),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 20v
Of Love in a Soldier 103.
I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye That liked but had a rougher task in hand Than to drive liking to the name of Love: But now I am returned and that War-thought Have left their places vacant: in their rooms Come thronging soft and delicate Desires All prompting me how fair young Hero is
By Claudio,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN289-295),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 21
Of Love 105
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the Office and Affairs of Love Therefore All Hearts in Love use their own Tongue Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no Agent. for beauty is a Witch Against whose Charms, Faith melteth into blood. This is an accident of hourly proof__
By Claudio,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN581-587),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 21
105
a Very dull fool, only his gift is in devising impossible
Slanders none but Libertines delight in him and
the commendation is not in his wit but his
villany. for he both pleases men and angers them
and then they laugh at him and beat him.
By Beatrice,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN544-549),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 21
Of a proud woman p. 110—
Nature never framed a womans Heart Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice Disdain and Scorn ride sparkling in her eye Misprising what they look on, and her Wit Values itself so highly that to her All Matter else seems weak: she cannot love Nor take no shape nor project of Affection She is so self-endeared. –
By Hero,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN1138-1145),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 21v
I do mean to make love to Fords Wife: I spy entertainment in her: she discourses: she carves: She gives the leere of Invitation: I can construe the Action of her familiar style and the hardest /
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN337-340),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 21v
I do mean to make love to Fords Wife: I spy entertainment in her: she discourses: she carves: She gives the leere of Invitation: I can construe the Action of her familiar style and the hardest /
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN337-340),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 21v
I have writ me here a letter to her and here another to Pages wife who even now gave me good eyes too: examined my parts with most judicious oeillades / Sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly.
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN349-353),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 21v
/ Go and we'll have a posset for it soon at night in faith at the latter end of a seacoal fire: An honest willing kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal and I warrant you, no tell-tale: his worst fault is that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way: but nobody but has his fault; but let that pass
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN406-412),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 22r
What an unweighed behaviour hath this Flemish Drunkard picked out of my conversation that he dares in this manner assay me. Why he hath not been thrice - in my company: what should I say to him? I was then frugal of my mirth:
By Mistress Page,
in Merry Wives of Windsor (TLN570-575),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 22v
— truth 567890 truth 234
I have another message to your Worship. Mistress Page hath her hearty commendations to you too: and let me tell you in your ear she's as fartuous a civil modest wife and one (I tell you that will not miss you morning nor Evening Prayer, as any is in Windsor who ere be the other: and she bade me tell your worship that her husband is seldom from Home but she hopes there will come a time. I never knew a woman so dote upon a man. Surely I think you have Charms, la: yes in truth
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN861-870),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Truly Master Page is an honest man never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does. do what she will say what she will take all, pay all: go to bed when she list rise when she’ list all is as she will: and truly she deserves it for if there be a kind woman in Windsor she’s one. you must send her your Page and
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN880-885),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Truly Master Page is an honest man never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does. do what she will say what she will take all, pay all: go to bed when she list rise when she’ list all is as she will: and truly she deserves it for if there be a kind woman in Windsor she’s one. you must send her your Page
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN880-885),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
and look you, he may come and go between you both and in any case have a nayword that you may know one anothers mind and the boy never need to understand a thing for tis not good that children should know any wickedness: old folks you know have discretion as they say and know the world.
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN888-893),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
I have long loved her and I protest to you bestowed much on her: followed her with a doting observance: engrossed opportunities to meet her feed every slight occasion that could but niggardly give me sight of her: not only bought many presents to give her, but have given largely to many to know what she would have given ---
By Ford,
in Merry Wives of Windsor (TLN954-960),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Some say that though she appear honest to me, yet in other places she enlargeth her mirth so far that there is shrewd construction made of her- Now Sir John here is the heart of my purpose You are a Gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse of great admittance authentic in your place and person generally allowed for your many warlike courtlike and learned preparations –
By Ford,
in Merry Wives of Windsor (TLN980-987),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
could I come to her with any Detection in my hand. my desires had instance and argument to commend themselves I could drive her then from the ward of her purity, her reputation her marraige vow and a thousand other her Defences which now are too strongly embattled against me. ----
By Ford,
in Merry Wives of Windsor (TLN1001-1005),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
The rogues slighted me into the River with as little Remorse as they would have drowned a blind bitch's puppies fifteen i' the mitter and you may know by my size that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking—— if the bottom were as deep as Hell I should down. I had been drowned but that the shore was shelvy and shallow a death that I abhor for the water swells a man and what a thing should I have been when I had been swelled!
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN1688-1696),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
To be stopped in like a strong distillation with stinking
clothes that fretted in their owne greases think of that
a man of my Kidney; think of that, that am as subject to heat as
butter; a man of continual dissolution, and thaw: it was
a miracle to scape suffocation.
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN1780-1785),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Mistress Ford your sorrow hath eaten up my sufferance I see you are obsequious in your love and I profess requital to a hairs breadth not only Mistress Ford in the simple office of Love but in all the accoutrement complement and ceremony of it.
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN1902-1906),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Of a a false
—Having both the key Of Officer and Office; set all hearts i' the state To what Tune pleased his Ears; that now He was the Ivy which had hid my Princely Trunk, And sucked my virtue out on it.
By Prospero,
in The Tempest (TLN179-183),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 25v
Of Study and Retirement
I thus neglecting worldly Ends, all dedicated To Closeness and the bettering of my mind With That: which but by being retired, or prized all popular Rate---
By Prospero,
in The Tempest (TLN186-189),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 25v
Of Love in a Soldier
Nay, but this dotage of our General Overflows the measure those his goodly eyes. That ore the files and musters of the War Have glowed like plated Mars, now bend, now turn The Office and Devotion of their View Upon a Tawny Front: And he's become the Bellows and the Fan To cool a gypsy's Lust. —
By Philo,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN4-14),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 26v
His untimely Negligence
—If he filled His vacancy with his Voluptuousness, Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones Call on him for it. But to confound such Time That drums him from his sport and speaks as loud As his own state, as ours, tis to be chid: As we rate Boys, who being mature in knowledge Pawn their Experience to their present pleasure And so rebel to Judgment ---
By Octavious Caesar,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN455-463),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 27
Of Anthony, Military hardiness Of Anthony, Military hardiness
Hirtius and Pansa Consuls. At thy heel Did famine follow whom thou fought against ( Though daintily brought up) with patience more Than Savages could suffer. Thou did drink The Stale of Horses, and the gilded Puddle Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Yea like the stag when snow the Pasture sheets which beasts would cough at -- yon the Alpes The bark of trees thou browsed -- It is reported thou did eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on: And all this It wounds thine honour that I speak it now-- Was born so like a soldier, that thy Cheek So much as lanked not.
By Octavious Caesar,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN494-507),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 28
Think on me That am with Phoebus amorous pinches black And wrinkled deep in Time. Broad-fronted Caesar When thou were here above the ground I was A Morsel for a Monarch - and great Pompey Would stand and make his eyes grow in my Brow
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN555-559),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 28
Anthony’s present to Cleopatra
Good friend quoth he Say the Firm Roman to great Egypt sends This Treasure of an Oyster; at whose foot To mend the petty present, I will piece Her opulent Throne with Kingdoms: All the East Say Thou shall call her Mistress
By Alexas,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN572-577),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 28
a fine construction of Anthonys humour—
--O well-divided disposition Note him Note him good Charmian tis the Man: but Note him He was not sad; for he would shine on those That make their looks by his. He was not merry, Which seemed to tell them his remembrance lay In Egypt with his Joy, but between both. Oh heavenly Mingle! Be'est thou Sad or Merry. The Violence of either Thee becomes, So does it no man else. -----
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN584-592),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 28
The Spirit of the Triumvirate
Mark Anthony In Egypt sits at dinner and will make No wars without doors. Caesar gets money where He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both Of both is flattered: but he neither loves Nor Either cares for him —
By Pompey,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN630-634),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 28
Of Love & Luxury
– all the Charms of Love Salt Cleopatra soften thy waned Lip Let witchcraft join with beauty, Lust with both tie up the Libertine in a field of feasts Keep his brain fuming: Epicurean Cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his Appetite That sleep and, feeding may prorogue his humour Even till a Lethe'd Dulness—
By Pompey,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN640-647),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 29
Whats amiss, May it be gently heard: when we debate Our trivial difference loud, we do commit · Murther in healing wounds-- then, noble partners, The rather, for I earnestly beseech, Touch you the sourest points with sweetest Terms. Nor curstness grow to the matter.
By Lepidus,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN703-709),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 29
a fine excuse condescension
Sir He fell upon me ere admitted then Three kings I had newly feasted and did want Of what I was in the morning: but next day I told him of my self, was as much As to have asked him pardon: Let this Fellow Be nothing of our Strife, if we contend Out of our question wipe him---
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN766-772),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 29
Honour to an Enemy
I did not think to draw my sword Pompey For he hath laid strange courtesies and great Of late upon me: I must thank him only, Lest any remembrance suffer ill report At heel of that defy him
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN857-861),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 29
If thou dost play with him at any game Thou art sure to lose: and of that natural luck He beats thee gainst the odds. Thy luster thickens When he shines by: I say again thy spirit Is all afraid to govern thee near him: But he away, 'tis noble –
By Soothsayer,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN991-996),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 30
The power of women over their Lovers
I laughed him out of patience: and that night I laughed him into Patience; and next morn Ere the ninth hour I drunk him to his bed: Then put my Tires and mantles on him, while I wore his sword Philippan---
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN1047-1051),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 30
Too great as too hasty military merit in the absence of the General --
More in their Officer than person. Sossius One of my Place in Syria his Lieutenant For quick accumulation of Renown Which he achieve by the minute lost his favour Who does in the wars more than his Captain can Becomes his Captains Captain: and Ambition (The Soldiers virtue ) rather makes choice of loss Than gain darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good But it would offend him: and in his Offence Should my performance perish ---
By Ventidius,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN1514-1524),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Anthonys Shame and generosity after the battle
I have fled myself, and have instructed Cowards To run and shew their shoulders. friends be gone I have myself resolved upon a course Which has no need of you; be gone: My treasure's in the harbor, take it: O I followed that I blush to look upon –
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2031-2036),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Upon Anthony talkin challenging Caesar to single combat--
Yes like enough. high battled Caesar will Unstate his happiness and bee staged to the show Against a sworder: I see mens Judgments are A Parcel of their fortunes, and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them To suffer all alike that he should dream Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will Answer his Emptiness: Caesar thou hast subdued His Judgment too ---
By Domitius Enobarbus,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2185-2193),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Cleopatra
—I found you as a Morsel, cold upon Dead Caesars Trencher: Nay you were a Fragment of Cneius Pompeys, besides what hotter hours Unregistred in vulgar Fame you have Luxuriously picked out. For I am sure Tho you can guess
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2293-2297),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Anthony resolving again to fight--
I will be treble sinewed hearted breathed And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for Jests: but now I'll set my Teeth And send to darkness all that stop me. Come Lets have one other gawdy night: Call to me All my sad captains, fill our bowls once more Lets mark the midnight Bell.
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2362-2369),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Sharpee Generosity of Anthony’s Force of Ill Fortunes Go Eros send his Treasure after, do it Detain no Jot I charge Thee, write to him (I will subscribe) gentle adieus and greetings Say that I wish he never find more cause To change a Master. Oh my fortunes have Corrupted honest men
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2569-2574),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 33
Anthony persuading his man to kill him.
—Thou art sworn Eros that when the Exigent should come which Now Is come indeed: when I should see behind me The inevitable prosecution of disgrace and Horror
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2897-2900),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34
bearing misfor= ill fortunes disappoints em
—Nay good my Fellows do not please sharp Fate To grace it with your sorrows. Bid that welcome Which comes to punish us: and we punish it seeming to bear it lightly—
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2990-2993),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34
Antony Dying
The miserable Change now at my End Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts In feeding them with thou my former fortunes Wherein I lived. The greatest Prince of the World The Noblest: and do now not barely die Nor cowardly put off my Helmet to My countryman —A Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquished. Now my spirit is going. I can no more –
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN3062-3070),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34v
Cleopatra resolving not to be led in Triumph
This mortal house I'll ruin Do Caesar what he can. Know Sir that I Will not wait pinioned at your Masters Court Nor once be chastised with the sober eye Of Dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up And show me to the shouting varletry Of Censuring Rome –
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN3260-3266),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34v
Nay tis most certain Iras: saucy lictors Will catch at us like Strumpets, and scald rhymers Ballad us out of Tune. The quick Comedians Extemporally will stage us: and present Our Alexandrian Revels: Antony Shall be brought drunken forth and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy: My Greatness In the Posture of a Whore ---
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN3457-3464),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34v
Perseverance in Love
—Be not denied access stand at her door And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow till thou have Audience Be clamorous and leap all civil bound: Rather than make unprofited Return
By Orsino,
in Twelfth Night (TLN265-266),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 36
Speech of the clown or fool of the Play
Wit an’t be thy will put me in good fooling those wits that think they have thee do very often prove fools and I that am sure I lack thee may pass for a wise man— for what says Quinapalus Better a witty fool than a foolish Wit—
By Clown,
in Twelfth Night (TLN328-330),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 36
a Zesty old fellow of a speech of a Fool
I marvel your Ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal. I saw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a stone— look you now he is out of his guard already: unless you laugh and minister occasion to him he is gagged –I protest I take these wise men that crow so at these set kind of fools no better than the fools Zanies
By Malvolio,
in Twelfth Night (TLN375-380),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 36
Of a fools slander and a discreet mans Reproach
There is no slander in an allowed fool though he do nothing but rail: nor no railing in a known discreet man though he do nothing but reprove
By Olivia,
in Twelfth Night (TLN385-387),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 36
The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I learned from my Entertainment what I am and what I would are as secret as a maidenhead. to your ears Divinity. to any others profanation
By Viola,
in Twelfth Night (TLN508-510),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 37v
Music
--That piece of song That old and antique song we heard last night Methought it did relieve my passion much More than light airs, and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times
By Orsino,
in Twelfth Night (TLN885-889),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38
Of Concealing it
----- She never told her Love But let concealment like a worm in the bud Feed on her damask Cheek: she pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience in a Monument Smiling at grief –
By Viola,
in Twelfth Night (TLN999-1004),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38
He has been yonder in the sun practicing behaviour to his own shadow this half hour observe him for the love of Mockery – for I know this letter will make a contem= plativecontemplative Idiot of him ---
By Maria,
in Twelfth Night (TLN1034-1036),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38
Of a fool
___________ This fellow is wise enough to play the fool And to do that well craves a kind of Wit He must observe their mood an when he jests The quality of persons and the Time
By Viola,
in Twelfth Night (TLN1272-1273),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38
Of Instructions to a Coward to seem brave
Write it in a martial hand be cursed and brief it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: – taunt him with the license of ink. If thou thou’st him some thrice it shall not be amiss, and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper.— although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set them down: go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy Ink –
By Sir Toby Belch,
in Twelfth Night (TLN1423-1428),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38
So soon as ever thou seest him, draw, and as thou drawest, swear horrible for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him –
By Sir Toby Belch,
in Twelfth Night (TLN1695-1699),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38
His indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury therefore, get you on and give him his desires – Back you shall not to the house unless you undertake that towith me with which as much safety you might with him therefore on and strip your sword stark naked –
By Sir Toby Belch,
in Twelfth Night (TLN1765-1770),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38
Plague ont! if I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in Fence I'ld have seen him damned ere I would have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip and I'll give him my horse grey Capilet—
By Sir Andrew,
in Twelfth Night (TLN1802-1804),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38
Tut , man , one fire burns out another's burning.One pain is lessened by another's anguish .Turn giddy , and be helped by backward turning . One desperate grief cures with another's languish.Take thou some new infection to thy eye ,And the rank poison of the old will die.
By Benvolio,
in Romeo and Juliet (TLN293-298),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 86v
In one little body Thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind, For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs, Who, raging with thy tears and they with them, Without a sudden calm will overset Thy tempest-tossèd body
By Capulet,
in Romeo and Juliet (TLN2169-2176),
William Shakespeare
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.1
I said you hadst a fine wit true said she a fine little one, no said I a
great wit, right says she a great gross one nay said I a good wit
just said she it hurts nobody, nay said I the gentleman is wise, certain said she
a wise gentleman nay said I he hath the tongues [that[ I believe said she for he
swore a thing to me on monday night, which he forswore on tuesday
morning, theers a double toung thers 2 toungs
By Don Pedro,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN2248-2255),
William Shakespeare
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.1v
Against that season wherein our savi our s birth is Celebrated the bird of dawning singeth all night long. And then they say no spirit dare stir abroad; the nights are wholesome. then no planets strike, no fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm
By Marcellus,
in Hamlet (TLN157-162),
William Shakespeare
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2r
Give thy thoughts no tongue nor any unproportioned thought his act, Be thou familiar but by bo means vulgar, those friends thou hast & their adoption tried grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged courage. Beware of entrance into a quarrel but being in Bear't that th'oppsed may beware of thee give ev r y man thy ear but few thy voice take each mans Censure but reserve the judgment.
By Polonius,
in Hamlet (TLN524-534),
William Shakespeare
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2r