No Ceremony, yt belongs to great Ones 'longs, Not ye Kings
crown, nor yet ye Deputie’s sword, The Marshals Trun= =cheon, nor ye Judges robe Become them wth one half
so good a Grace, As Mercy dothdoes. –
By Isabella,
in Measure for Measure (TLN809-813),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 75
As true as steel, as Turtle to her Mate, As Iron to
Adamant, as Earth to th’Center: And after all
comparisons of Truth, wn poëts Rhimes full of ptest & oth WantSsimiles (Truth tir’d with Iteration) As ture as Troilus shall crown up ye Verse)
& sanctify ye numbers.
By Troilus,
in Troilus and Cressida (TLN1810-1816),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 78
-a falshearted rogue. I’ll no more trust him, when
he leers, yn I will a serpt wn he hisses. will spend his
mouth in promises but when he pforms, Astronomers
say it, tis pdigious. there will come some change. The
Sun borrows of ye moon, wn N. keeps his Word
By Thersites,
in Troilus and Cressida (TLN2963-2967),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 79
Here’s a large Mouth indeed, yt spits forth wounds, & Death. – talks as familiarly of roarg Lions As childr.
do of puppie -dogs. Wt canonier begot this lusty
blood? He nothg speaks but fire, & smoke he gives ye Bastinado wth his tongue. Others are cudgeld.
--not a word of his, but buffets in: - I was nev so
bethumpt wth words.
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN773-779),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 81
Consc. buckled his Armor & Zeal & Charity brought him to ye field, as Gods own soldier – But yt sly devil yt bawd yt broker, purpose-changer, that smoothfaced Gentleman,, ye Bias of ye world, clapt on him hath drawn him frō his purpose.
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN885-905),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 82
Death, Death ô amiable, lovely Death, the hate &
terror to prospity, But miseries Love; Rise from the Caves of Night, And I will kiss thy bones, I’ll put
my Eybals in thy vaulty Brows, & ring my fingers
wth 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
No man so pfect but shee’ll s’pell him backward. If
fair, she swears the Gent. shd be her sister. If black;-
Nre in drawing an Antick made a foul blott; If
tall, a Lance illheaded; If low, an Agat very vildly
cut; If talkative a Vane blown wth all winds, If si= lent, why a Block moved wth none: So turns she evy
M. ye wrong side out.
By Hero,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN1149-1158),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 83
y or Argosies wth portly sail like seignis, or rich
Burgers on ye flood, or like ye stately pageants of ye Sea
Do over looke ye petty traffiquers, Wch curtsie to them, & do
revence, while they fly by ȳ wth yr woven Wings
By Salarino,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN12-17),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84
He quareld wth one for coughing in ye street & wa= =king his dog, yt lay asleep in ye sun: fell out wth
another for wearḡ his new doublet before Easter,
& tying his new shoes wth old ribband.
By Mercutio,
in Romeo and Juliet (TLN1455-1458),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 88
The pulse keeps not its native pgress. no warmth, no
breath doth testify she lives. The Roses in her Lips,
& cheeks do fade into pale Ashes. ye Eys windows
fall, like Death, wn he shuts up ye Day of Life.
By Friar Laurence,
in Romeo and Juliet (TLN2391-2396),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 88
-- put him to all ye Learnḡs his time was capable of;
wch he took, as we take Air, fast as ’tis ministered.
And in his spring became a Harvest- liv’d in Court
A Sample to ye young, to th’most mature a Glass,
to ye Graver a Child yt guids Dotards—
By First Gentleman,
in Cymbeline (TLN52-59),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 88
There’s one, he should be a Brasier by his
Face; for 20 of ye Dog- daies reign now in’s Nose
All yt stand about him, are under ye Line. yt Meteor,
yt Firedrake, 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 speakes his own standing!
Wt a mental power This Ey shoots forth! How big
Imaginoñ Moves in ye hip! To ye 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
But as we often see against some storm, There's silence
in ye Heav ye Rack stands still, The bold Wind's speech= =less & ye orb below As hush as Death: Anon ye dreadf.
Thunder Doth rends ye Air; so after some short pawse
Doth vengeance rowze its.
By First Player,
in Hamlet (TLN1523-1528),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 93
--cald him Coward, & Villain; broke his pate a-cross; pluckt off his Beard, & blew it in his Face; tweakt him by th'nose; gave him ye Lye i'th’ throat As Deep, as to ye Lungs;
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN1611-1615),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 93
This blurrs ye grace, & blush of modesty, Calls Vertue
Hypocrit, takes off the Rose From your faire forehead of
an iñocent Love, And plants a Blister there makes
Marriage-Vows As fals as Dicers Oaths.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN2424-2428),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 93
F. Martin
The guest of summ, the temple-haunting Barlet
wth his lov'd Masonry makes here his pendent Bed
& procreant Cradle, & here both haunts, & breed.
By Banquo,
in Macbeth (TLN437-444),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 94
Such smiling Rogues as this, smooth evy Passion That in ye
Natures of yr Lds rebell; being oil to Fire, Snow
to the cooler moods. & turn their Halcyon - beaks with
every Gale, like Dogs, know noughts but following.
By Kent,
in King Lear (TLN1146-1153),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 95
Anth. of Lepidus
/ Tho we lay Hons on this Man to
Ease oss, He shall but bear ȳ, as ye Ass bears Gold, To
groan, & sweat unð ye Busines, Or led, or driven, as
we print ye Way. Wn he hath brought or Treasure
where we will, Then take we down his Load, & turn
him off, Like to the empty Ass, to shake his Ears &
graze in Coons. /
By Antony,
in Julius Caesar (TLN1875-1880),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96
Ambitious for poor knaves caps, & Legs.
You wear out a good holesom Forenoon in hearing
a Cause between an Orange-wife & a tripe -seller,
& yn rejourn ye Controvsy of 3d to a 2d Hearing!
By Menenius,
in Coriolanus (TLN964-968),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 97
Wn you speak best to ye purpose, 'tis ō worth the
wagging of y or Beards. & those Beards deserve
not so hoble a grave, as to stuff a Botcher's Cushion,
or to be entombd 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 7 year's health; in wch
time I'll make a lip at ye physitian: ye most so= verain prscription in Galen is to the prservative
of no better Report, yn a Hors -drench.
By Menenius,
in Coriolanus (TLN1111-1115),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 97
His Nr&235;Nature is too noble for yt World. He would ō
flatter Neptun for his Trident, or Jove for's
power to Thunder. His Heart's his Mouth; wt
his Brest forges, yt his Tongue must vent.
And being angry doth forget yt ev he heard
ye 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 this Rabble.
Cal'st thou me Traitor, thou injurious Tribune?
wth in thy Eyes sate 20000 Deaths, In thy hands
clutcht as many Millions, in Thy lying Tongue
both Numbers; I'd say Thou lyest, wth a voice
as free, As I do pray ye gods.
By Coriolanus,
in Coriolanus (TLN2348-2354),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 98
The Tartness of his Face sours ripe grapes. wn
he walks, he moves like an Engine, & the Ground
shrinks before his tread. He is able to pierce
a corslet wth his Eye: talks like a Knell; & his -
hum is a Battery. He sits in his State like a
th made for Alexander.
By Menenius,
in Coriolanus (TLN3586-3591),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 99
He is as tedious as a tir'd Horse; a railing Wife;
Worse yn a smokie House. I'd rather Live wth
Cheese, & Garlick in a Windmill yn feed on Cates
& hear him talk in any palace in Xndom Xndom
By Hotspur,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN1690-1695),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 100
N ev any of these demure Boies come to any ꝑof. Many fish-meals, & thin potations so over cool their Blood, that they fall into a kind of Male Greensickn.
are genally Fools & Cowards & wn they marry they get Wenches.
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN2327-2332),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 101
The cunning fiend, yt Wrought upō thee so, Hath
got ye Voice in Hell for Excellence: And other De= =vils yt suggest less treasons But botch, & bungle
up Damnation wth patches, col or s, forms of piety And glistring semblances. But he yt temperd thee
made thee do Treason even for Treason's sake.
By Prince Hal,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN740-749),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 101
A speaker is but a prater, a Rhyme but a Ballast.
a good leg will fall, a streight back will stoop.
a black beard will turn white. a curld 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
That he might nev deal in her soft laws, He did cor= rupt frail Nr&235;Nature with some Bribe, To shrink his Arm
up like a witherd shrub, To make an envious-
Mountain on his back, Where sits Deformity to
mock his Body, To shape his legs of an unequal size
To dispportion his in evy pt, like to a chaos, or
unlickt Bearswhelp, That carries no Impression
like ye Dam̄.
By Gloucester,
in Henry VI, part 2 (TLN1678-1686),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 103
Richard 3d|
The owl shrik’d at his Birth, ye night crow
cry’d, The Raven croak’d upō ye chimney’s Top; And
chattring pies in dismal Discord sung; His mother
felt more yn a mothers pain And yet brought forth
less yn a mothers Hope, A rude, deform’d & indigested Lump,
By King Henry IV,
in Richard II (TLN3128--3125),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 103
my blood hath bin too cold & tem
vnapt to stir at small indignities
& you have found me for acordīgly
you tread vppo my Patience
but my condition
wch hath bin smooth like as oyle soft as down
hath therefore lost yt Title of Respect
wch yee proud soule neare payes but to ye proud
By King Henry IV,
in Richard II (TLN322-330),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 64078, f. 47v rev.
Add
Diseased Nature oftentymes breaks forth
In strāge Eruptions, oft the teeming Earth
is wth a kynd of Collick pinch't & vext
by the Iprisoning of vnruly wynd
w in her wob, wch for inlargemet strivig shakesshakes ye old beldame Earth, & topples down
steeples & Mossgrown Towrs:
By Hotspur,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN1551-1554),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 64078, f. 47v rev.
Or life is momentary as a sound, swift as a shoddow, short as any
dreame, Breife as ye lightning in ye collied night, That (in a
spleene ) unfolds both heaven & earth, And ere a man hath power
to say behold, The iawes of darknes doe devoure it up, so qck
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 ye Spartan kind, So flew’d so
sanded, & yr heads are hung, wth eares yt sweep away ye mor
ning dew, Crookt kneed, & dewlapt like Thessalian Bulls
Slow in pursuit, but matcht in mouth like bells, Each und each
A cry more tuneable Was nev hollowd to, nor cheerd wth horne
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1640-1646),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 79
] I nev may beleeve These antick fables, & these fairy toies
Lovs and madm. have such seething braines, such shaping fan
cies, yt apprhend more, yt coole reason ev comprehends.—
The lunatick, ye lov, & ye poët, Are of imaginiön all compact.
One sees more devills yn vast hell can hold ye lov sees He
lens beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poëts eye in a fine
frenzy rolling Doth glance frō heaven to Earth frō earth to
heaven, & as imaginiön bodies forth ye formes of things
unkowne, ye poëts pen turns ym to shapes, & gives to
airy noth. a locall habitation, & 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 wth prmediated welcomes. Where I have seene them
shiv, & looke pale, Make periods in ye midst of sentences,
Throttle yr practizd accents in yr feares, And in conclusion, dumbly
have broke of, not paying me a welcome. Trust
me, sweet, Out of this silence yet I pickt a welcome, &
in ye modesty of fearfull duty I read as much, as from the
rattling tongue of saucy & audacious eloquence. Love go & tonguetide sim:
plicity In least speake 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, ist not a miserable thing, yt of ye skin of a inno
cent lamb parchent should be made, & yn wth a little blotting ov wth inke, a man should undoe hims. Some say ‘tis ye bee yt stings, but I say ‘tis yr waxe: for I’me sure I nev sealed anyth. but once & nev was my own man since. The crimes with the Rebells (Jack Cade &c) laid to ye Ld say
By Cade,
in Henry VI, part 2 (TLN2395-2400),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
Thou hast most traitously erected a gram̄ schoole, to infect ye youth of ye realme, & agst ye Ks crown, & dignity
thou hast built up a paꝑmill. nay then keepst men in thy
house yt daily read of bookes, w th red letts, & talke of a
nowne, & verbe, & such abominable words, & no Xn
eare is able to endure.
By Cade,
in Henry VI, part 2 (TLN2666-2674),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
Bastards in ye hasty composition stealth of nre take more composition, & fierce quality, yn doth within a stale dulled bed goe to ye creating of a whole tribe of foppes gott ‘tweene sleepe, & wake
By Edmund,
in King Lear (TLN344-349),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
Have more yn thou shewest, speake lesse yn yu knowest, lend lesse yn yu owest, ride more yn yu goest, learn more yn yu trowest, sett lesse yn yu throwest, & thou shall have more yn 1 tens to a score.
By Fool,
in King Lear (TLN648-657),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
The Cockney wn she putt Eeles in ye pastry alive, rapt um o’th’cockcomb wth a stick, & cryd Downe, wantons, downe Twas her brother, yt in pure kindness to his horse butter’d his hay.
By Fool,
in King Lear (TLN1399-1402),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 82
Things won are done the soules ioy lies in doinge
That she belovde knows nought, yt knows not this
Men prize the thinge ungayned more then it is
that she was nevre yit, that ever knew
Love goe so sweet, as when desire did sue
Therefore this maxime out of love I teach
Atchievment, is command: vngayned beseech
That though my harts contents firm love doth bear
Nothinge from of that shal from my eyes appear /'
By Cressida,
in Troilus and Cressida (TLN444-453),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 156v (rev)
Tis beautye truly blent whost redd and white
natures owne sweet and cunninge hand layd on:
Ladye, you are the cruellest shee alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copye
By Viola,
in Twelfth Night (TLN530-535),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 162r (rev)
Imperious Casar dead and turnde to claye MightMay stopp a hole to keep the wind awaye
Ô that, that earth wch kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall to expell the waters flawe /
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN3400-3403),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
Give thy thoughts noe tongue,
nor any Unproportione’d thought his Act
Bee thou Familliar, but by noe meanes vulgar:
those Friends thou hast & their Adoption tryed,
Grapple them unto thy soule with Hoopes of steele:
But doe not dull thy Palme with Entertainment
of each new hatcht; unfledg’d Courages: beware
of entrance to a Quarrell, but being in
bear’t that the opposer may beware of thee;
Give every man thy eare, but few thy voice
take each mans Censure, but reserve thy Judgement
By Polonius,
in Hamlet (TLN524-534),
William Shakespeare
in University of Chicago MS 824, f. 113r
Neither a borrower nor a Lender Bee,
for Love oft loses both it selfe & Friend,
and borrowing Dulls the edge of Husbandry
to thine owne selfe 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 lackt gold & yet went never gay
Fled from her wish & yet said now I may.
She that being angred, her revenge being nigh
Bad 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 Vertues
She, yt was ever fair, & never proud;
Had Tongue at Will, & yet was never loud;
Never lackt Gold, & yet went never gay;
Fled frō her Wish, wn she said, Now I may:
She yt being angred, & Revenge being nigh,
Bad her Wrong, Stay, & her Displeasure, Fly:
She, yt could think, & ne’r disclose her Mind;
See Suitors following, & not look behind:
She were a Wight, (if ever such Wights were) -------
By Iago,
in Othello (TLN923-933),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 53, f.43
some seruants there are | who trimd in formes and visages of duty, keepe yet their hearts
attending on themselues, | throwing but shewes of seruice on their Lords.
By Iago,
in Othello (TLN53-56),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83v
If it were now to die, | twere now to bee most happy, for I feare | my soule hath her CONtent soe absolute, | yt not another comfort like to this | succeeds in vnknowne fate.
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN967-971),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83v
There's noe delight to bee married to an vnhansome woman. How when ye blood is made dull & ye act of sport, there should bee a game to inflame it, and giue society a fresh appetite
By Iago,
in Othello (TLN1009-1011),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84r
Tis not to make ouer iealous, | to say my wife is faire, feedes well, loues company, tis free of speechs, sings, plaies, and dances well; where vertue is, these are more vertuous
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN1799-1802),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84r
.O curse of marriage, | yt wee can call these delicate creatures ours, | and not their appetites: I had rather bee a toade,| and liue vpon ye vapor in a dungeon | then keepe a corner of a thing I loue | for others vses.
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN1899-1904),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84r
poisons are at ye first scarre sound to distast, | but wth a little act vpon ye blood|
burne like ye mines of sulhm looke where hee comes,
not popy, nor mandragora, | nor all ye drousy sicrops of ye world| shall euer medicine thee to yt sweet sleepe, |
wth thou owedst yesterday.
By Iago,
in Othello (TLN1966-1974),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84r
yt argues fruitfullness and ouerall leant, | hot, hot, and moist, this hand of yours requires| a sequester from liberty: fasting and praying, | much castigation, exercise deuout tis most veritable-he, tone,
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN2181-2184),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84r
It is ye cause, it is ye cause my soule, | let mee not name it to you, you chast starrs: | it is ye cause, yet Ile not shed her blood, | now skarce yt whiter skin of hers then snow, | and smooth as monumentall alabaster,| yet shee must die else sheel betray more men, | put out yt light, and then put cut yt light:| If I quench then, thou fleming minister, | I can againe thy former light restore |
should I repent mee; but once put out thine, | thou cunningst patterne of excelling nature, | I
know not where is yt Promethean heat, | yt can thy light relumine: when I haue pluckt ye rose/
I cannot giue it vitall growth againe, | it needs must tither: | Ile smel it on yt tree. (kisses her)
a balmy breath, yt doth allmost suade | instice herselfe to breake her sword: one more; | bee thus
when thou art dead, and I will kill thee| and loue thee after: one more, and this ye last. | soe
sweet was nere soe fat all: I must weepe, | but they are cruel teares: this sorrowes heauenly,
It strikes where it does loue
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN3240-3262),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84v
Bee hold I haue a weapon, | a better neuer did it selfe sustaine | vpon a souldiers thight: I haue seene
ye day, | [that] [with] this little arme and this good sword, BR note ***: The c below in control is inverted. Not sure how to show that. | I haue made my way through more impediments |
then twenty times [that] stop: but o vaine boast; | who can ctroule his fate? tis not soe now. |
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN3559-3565),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84v
bee not afraid though you doe see mee weapond; | here is my iourneys end, here is my butte, |
[that] very sea-marke of my vtmost saile. | doe you goe barke dismaide? tis a lost teare, |
man but a rush against O thers brest, | and hee retires. Where should Othello goe ?| how doest thou looke now? Ô| illstand weach ,|pale as thy smocke; when wee shall meet at compts
[that] looke of thine will hucle my soule from heauen, | and feinds doll shall snatch at it: cold,
wash mee in steepe downe gulphs of liquid fire: O Desdemona, Desdemona; dead, O, O, O,.
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN3559-3581),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84v
I haue done [the] state some seruice, and they know it: | noe more of [that]: I pray you in your letters, | when
you shall these vnlucky deeds relate; | speake of mee as I am, nothing exceriuast, | now set downe ought in malice:
then you must speake, | of one [that] loued not wisely, but too well: | of one not easily iealous, but beeing
wrought, | pplext in [the] extreames: of one whose hand, | like [the] base Indian threes a pearle away /
richer then all his tribe: of one whose subdued eyes | allbeeit vnvsed to [the] melting mood | drop teares
as fast as [the] Arabian trees | their medicinall gum: set| you downe this; | and say beesides [that] in
Aleppo cure, | where a malignant and a - yurband - Turkes | beate a Venetian, and traducd [the]
stake; | I tooke by' th' throat [the] circumcised dog, | and smote him thus. (stabs himselfe.)
By Othello,
in Othello (TLN3648-3668),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84v
[the] custome of healths is more honourd in [the] reach then [the] obseruance to bee a drunkard takes from our atchieuments though pformd at hight [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 our leauers [the] forme of plausiue manners: such men carrying [the] stampe of our desert, his vertues else bee they as pure as grace, as intuite as man may vndergoe, shall in [the] generall 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 mee thou dreadfull spirit why thy canonizd bones hearsed in death haue burst their cements? why [the] sepulchre, where in wee saw thee quietly intervd, hath opt his ponderous and marble iawes, to cast thee vp againe? what makes thee soe horribly to shake our disposition [with] thoughts beeyond [the] reaches of our some
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 vnfold whose lightest woud / would harrow vp thy soule, freeze thy young blood, | make thy 2 eyes like starrs start from their spheares, | shy knotted and CONbine d lockig to part,| and each particular haire to stand an end, like quils vpon [the] fearefull Porpentine.
By Ghost,
in Hamlet (TLN698-705),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
remember thee! I, thou poore ghost while memorie holds a seat| in this distracted globe, remember thee, | yea from [the] table of my memorie | ile wipe away all triuiall fond records, | all saw of bookes, all formes, all pressures past/ [that] youth and observation copied there, | and thy cmendment all alone shall liue, | wthin [the] booke and volume of my braine | vnmixt [with] baser mettal.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN777-778),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
I ciure you by [the] isoo rights of or fellowship, by [the] csonancy of our youth, by [the] obligation of or euer preserud loue, and by what more deare a better pposer can chanrge you wthall, bee euen and direct [with] mee whether you were sent for or noe.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN1331-1335),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
what a peece a worke is man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, how expresse and admirable in action, how like an angel in apprehension, and yet to mee what is this quintessence of dust.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN1350-1355),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
when you act, in [the] very torrent, and as I may soe say, whilewind of [your] passion you must acquireand beeget a temperance, [that] may giue it smoothness. O it offends mee to [that] soule to heare a robustious periwig-pated fellow teare a passion to totters, to very rags, who for [the] most part are capable of nothing but in explicable dumbshewes, & noise
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN1854-1861),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
Why should [the] poore bee flatterd? Noe let [the] candied tongue licke absurd pompe, | and crooke [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
ye one shall haue 20 thousand men fight for a plxat. whereon [the] numbers cannot try [the] cause;| [which] is not tombe enough and and ctinent | to hide [the] slaine.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN2743.55-2743.59),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85r
I haue an vnction soe mortall; [that] but dip a knite in it where it drawes blood no cataplasm Soe rare collected from all simples [that] haue vertue vnder [the] moone, can saue [the] thing from death, [that] is but soretcht wthall.
By Laertes,
in Hamlet (TLN3092-3093),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85v
Wast Hamlet wrongd Laertes? neuer Hamlet ,|if Hamlet from himselfe bee tane away|. and when hee's not himselfe does wrong Laertes, | then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it,| who does it then? his madness. If t bee soe, | Hamlet is of [the] fashion [that] is wrongd ,| His madness is poore Hamlets enemie.
By Hamlet,
in Hamlet (TLN3685-3691),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85v
Her face the booke of praises, where nothing
is reade nothing but curious pleasures, as
from thence sorrow were ever rackt.
By Pericles,
in Pericles (TLN60-62),
William Shakespeare
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 4v
If the gods should play some heavenly match
and the wager lay too earthly women and you
one, there must bee something else prawnde with the other
for the poore 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 Inforce attention
like deep harmony where words are scarce
they are seldome spent in vaine for they
breath truth that breath their words in
paine. He yt no more must say, is listned more
Then they whom youth and ease hath taught
to gloze, more are mens ends markt then
their liues before. The setting sunne and musick
at the close. As the last tast of sweets is
sweetest last Writ in remembrance more
then things long past.
By John of Gaunt,
in Richard II (TLN646-655),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 697
I cā neither talke of joy or sorrowe; yf the talk bee of mirth it putteth mee in mind wht I want; if of a a sad subject it telleth mee of what I too much feele. qd Queen Hn: [9]: 2 king Richard deposed
By Queen Isabella,
in Richard II (TLN1820-1825),
William Shakespeare
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.97r
you have devided mee
one halfe is yours: the other halfe yours,
mine owne I woud say; but if mine then yours
and so all is yours. O these naughty times
put barrs between the owners & their rights.
By Portia,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN1356-1360),
William Shakespeare
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.98
Richmond alone
O thou whose captain I account my self Look on my forces with a gracious eye Put in their hands the bruising Irons of Wrath That they may crush down with a heavie fall Th’Usurping Helmets of our Adversarys Make us thye ministers of thy Chastisement That we may praise thee in thy Victory. To thee I do commend my watchful Soul Ere I let fall ye 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 down trodden Equity, we tread In warlike march, these greens before your town Being no further Enemy to you Than ye constraint of hospitable Zeal In the releif of this oppressed child Religiously provokes. Be pleased then
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 unvexd Retire With unhack’d swords, and Helmets all Unbruised We will beare 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 tho a plague To see him every hour to sit and draw His arched brows, his hawing eye his curls In our hearts table: heart too capable. Of Every line and trick of his sweet favour But now hes gone and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctifie his Reliques .___
By Helena,
in All's Well that Ends Well (TLN96-102),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 4r
"Character of a courtier"
He did look far into Into the service of ye time, and was Discipled of the bravest. He lasted long But on us both did haggish Age steale one And wore us out of Act: it much repaires 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 beare: Let me not live This his good Melencholy of began On the Catastrophe and hell of past time When it was out: Let me not live quoth he After my flame lacks oyl, 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 ye foolish over careful fathers Have broke their sleeps with thoughts Their brains with care their bones with Industry For this they have ingrossed and pyl’d up The cankerd heaps of strange-atchieved Gold For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sonnes 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 ye 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 Sr: But yet
Heaven forbid Sr but a Knave should have some countenan
at his Friends Request. An honest man is able to speak for himself Sr when a Knave is not. I have servd
your Worship truly Sr these 8 years and if I cannot
once or twice in a Quarter bear out a Knave against
an Honest Man I have but very little credit with your
Worship. The Knave is my Honest friend Sr therefore
I beseech your Worship let him be countenanc’d
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 Dwarfe Monkey or a wretched Tale. Men less happy
never laugh but to ye pupose-
O it is much that a Lye (with a slight Oath) and a
Jest with a sad countenance will doe with a fellow that
never had ye Ache in his shoulders.
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN2870-2872),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 6r
Of ye Rabble p. 46 Shakespeer. Coriol:
- Woollen vassals, things created To buy and sell with groats to show bare heads In Congregations, to yawne 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 Ibm 31
Hang em: they say They'l sit by th’ fire and presume to know What's done i' the Capitol: Who's like to rise Who thrives and who declines: Side Factions and give out Conjectural mariages, making partys strong And feebling such as stand not in their Liking Below their cobled shoes.
By Martius,
in Coriolanus (TLN203-208),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 6r
Of their Mutinies
31 Ibm
Hang 'em They said they were an hungry sighd forth Proverbs, That Hunger broke stone Walls, that Doggs must eat, That meat was made for mouths, that ye Gods sent not Corn for ye 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 ye Lawyers 37 applicable to ye Laywers ---- Ibm
You wear out a good’ wholesome forenoon in hearing a
cause between an Orange Wife and a Fosset-seller and
then adjourn the Controversie 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. Ibm
- I prithee now my son Go to em with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretch'd it (here be with em ) Thy knee bussing ye stones for in such business Action is Eloquence; and the eyes of ye Ignorant More learned than ye Ears
By Volumnia,
in Coriolanus (TLN2173-2178),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7r
Of Honour -- Troylus & ---- p. 16 -- Shakespear
And not a man for being simple Man Hath any Honour; but honour’d by those Honours That are without him: as place riches favour Prizes of Accident as oft as Merit when they fall (as being slippery standers) The love that lean'd on them as slippery too Doth one pluck down another and together Die in ye 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 ye King deceasd And all the unsettled Humours of ye Land Rash inconsiderate fiery voluntiers With Ladys 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 choise of dauntless spirits Then now ye English bottoms have waft ore Did nearer float upon ye swelling Tide, To do offence and scathe in Christendom The interruption of their Churlish drums Cutts 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 Canoneer begot this lusty blood He speaks plain Canon fire and smoak and bounce He gives ye bastinado with his tongue Our ears are cudgeld, not a word of his but buffets better than ye fist of France: Zounds I was never so bethumpd with words
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN777-183),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8r
Of Interest p. 8 Ba:
And why rail I on this commodity? But for because he hath not wooed me yet: Not that I have ye 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 ye 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 ye half-blown rose --- But Fortune She is corrupted changed & won from thee Sh’ adulterates hourly with thine Uncle John, And with her golden hand hath pluckd on France
By Constance,
in King John (TLN974-978),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8v
Thou ever strong upon ye stronger side Thou Fortunes Champion that dost never fight But when her humorous Ladiship 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 starrs, 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 ye Pope Tell him this Tale, and from ye mouth of England Addes thus much more that no Italian Priest Shall tythe or toll in our Dominions
By King John,
in King John (TLN1076-1081),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 9v
See K. 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 ashamd To say 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: Ile tell thee what my friend He is a very serpent in my way And wheresoer 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 K. 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 ye 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 ye native beauty from his Cheek And he will look as hollow as a Ghost As dim and meagre and as an Agues fit And so he'l die; and rising so again When I shall meet him in ye Court of Heaven I shall not know him: therefore never never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more Grief fills ye room up of my absent Child. Lyes in his bed walks up and down with me Puts on his pretty looks repeats his words Remembers me of all his gracious parts Stuffes out his vacant garments with his forme
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 ye sky No Scope of Nature no distemperd 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
Mercie 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 Out of meer wantonness: by my Christendom, So I were out of Prison and kept Sheep I should be as merry as ye day is long And so I would be here but that I doubt My Uncle practises 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 to-day 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 then 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 ake I knitt my handkercher 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 ye watchful minutes to ye hour Still and anon cheerd up ye heavy time Saying lack you and where lies your greif
By Arthur,
in King John (TLN1616-1624),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
The conjectures and discourse of ye Rabble upon prodigies p. 16
My lord, they say five moons were seen to night Four fixed and ye 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 ye sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done! Hads’t not thou been by A fellow by ye hand of nature markd Quoted and signd to do a deed of Shame, This murther 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 speak darkly I purposed Or turnd an eye of doubt upon my face And 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 shwing fear
Let not the world see fear and sad Distrust Govern ye motion of a Kingly eye: Be stirring as ye Time be Fire with Fire Threaten the Threatener and outface ye 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 gainst ye 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 ye winter come To thrust his icie fingers in my maw Nor let my kingdoms Rivers take their courses Thro my burnd bosom: nor intreat ye 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 ye Limit of becoming Mirth, I never spent an hours talk withal His eye begets occasion for his Wit For every object that ye one doth catch The other turns to a mirthmoving jest, Wch his fair Tongue (Conceits Expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious Words That aged ears play Truant at his Tales And younger heerers are quite ravish’d 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 ye ars and knows ye trick To make my lady laugh when she's dispos’d
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, Wch you on all estates will execute That lie within ye 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 ye way to choak a Gibing Spirit Whose Influence is begot of that loose Grace Which shallow laughing Hearers give to Fools A jests prosperity lies in ye ear Of him that hears it, never in ye 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 dashd. He is a marvelous good Neighbour in faith, and a very good Bowler: but for Alexander alass you see how 'tis a little oreparted
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 Poolle, And do a wilful stilness entertain With purpose to be drest 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 doe 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 spoken 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 Exprest and not exprest ___
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 ye colour from Bassanio's cheek: Some dear friend dead else Nothing in ye World Could turn so much ye 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 ye 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 ye semblance of my Soul From out the state of Hellish Cruelty 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 ye 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 wc lingering pennance 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 Musick
Soft Stillness and ye Night
Become the touches of Sweet Harmony—
Doe 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 ayre of Musick touch their ears You shall perceive them make a mutual stand Their savage eyes turn'd to a Modest gaze By the sweet power of Musick ___
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 movd 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 councel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feele, but tasting it, Their council turns to Passion wc before Would give men (strikethrough) praeceptial 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, till 'tis all men's office to speak Patience To those that wring under ye 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 ye Sun Forbid ye Sun to enter like favourites Made proud by Princes, that advance their Pride Against ye power that bred of ___
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 souldiers eye That likd but had a rougher task in hand Than to drive liking to ye name of Love: But now I am returned and that War-thought Have th left their places vacant: in their rooms Come thronging soft and delicate Desires All prompting me how faire 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 ye 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 framd a womans Heart Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice Disdain and Scorn ride sparkling in her eye Misprising wt they look on, and her Wit Values itself so highly that to her all 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 spie entertainment in her: she discourses: she carves: She gives the leere of Invitation: I can construe ye Action of her familiar Stile 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 spie entertainment in her: she discourses: she carves: She gives the leere of Invitation: I can construe ye Action of her familiar Stile and the hardest /
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN337-340),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 21v
I have written me here a letter to her and another to Pages wife who^ even now gave me good eyes too: examind my parts with most judicious Iliads / Sometimes the beam of her view guides 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
/ Goe and we'll have a posset for it soone at night at ye latter end of a seacoal fire: An honest willing kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal and I warrant you, no telltale: 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 passe /_
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN406-412),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 22r
— 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 eare 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 ye other: and she bad 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 doate 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 do’s. do what she will say what she will take all, pay all: goe 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. But 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 do’s. do what she will say what she will take all, pay all: goe 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. But 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 he never ye Wiser 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 doating observance: Ingrossed 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 givn ---
By Ford,
in Merry Wives of Windsor (TLN954-960),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Some say tho she appear honest to me, yet in other places she enlargeth her mirth so far that there is shrewd construction made of her- Now Sr John You are a Gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse of great admittance authentic in your place and person generally allow’d 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 marriagevow and a thousand other her Defences wc 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
They slighted me into ye River with very little Remorse and you may know by my size that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking—— if ye bottom were as deep as Hell I should downe. I had been drown’d but that the shore was shelvy and shallow a death that I abhor for ye water swells a man and what a thing should I have been when I had been swell’d!
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN1688-1696),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
To be stopt in like a strong distillation with stinking
Cloathes, that fretted in their owne greases thinke of that
a man of my Kidney; 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
Mrs Ford I see you are obsequious in your love and I profess requital to a hairs breadth not only Mistress Ford in ye simple office of Love but in all ye 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 ye key Of Officer and Office; set all hearts i' the state To wt Tune pleasd his Ears; that now He was ye Ivy wc had hid my Princely Trunk, And suck'd my vertue out on't.
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: wc but by being retired, Ore prizd all popular Rate---
By Prospero,
in The Tempest (TLN186-189),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 25v
Of Love in a Souldier
Nay, but this dotage of our General Oreflows the measure those his goodly eyes. That ore the files and musters of ye War Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn The Office and Devotion of their View Upon a Tawny Front: And he's become ye Bellows and ye Fan To cool a Gypsies Lust. —
By Philo,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN4-14),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 26v
His untimely Negligence
—If he filld His vacancy with his Voluptuousness, Full surfeits, and ye driness 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 foughtst against ( Tho daintily brought up) with patience more Than Savages could suffer. Thou didsdt disdst drink The Stale of Horses, and the gilded Puddle Yea li Yea like the stag when snow the Pasture sheets wc beasts would cough at -- yon the Alpes The bark of trees thou browsedst -- It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on: Was born so like a souldier, that thy Cheek So much as lankd not.
By Octavious Caesar,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN494-507),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 28
Th Think on me That am with Phoebus amorous pinchings black And wrinkled deep in Time. Broad-fronted Caesar When thou wast here above ye 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 Æ sends This Treasure of an Oyster; at whose foot To mend the petty present, I will piece Her opulent Throne with Kingdoms: All ye 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 ye 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 seem'd to tell th’em his remembrance lay In Æ 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 ye Triumvirate
Mark Anthony In Æ sits at dinner and will make No wars without doors. Cesar gets money where He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both Of both is flatter'd: 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 ye Charms of Love Salt Cleopatra soften thy wand Lip Let witchcraft joyn with beauty, Lust with both Tye up the Libertine in a feild of feasts Keep is brain fuming: Epicurean Cooks Sharpen with cloyless sawce his Appetite That sleep and, feeding may prorogue his humour Even till a Lethied Dulness—
By Pompey,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN640-647),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 29
What pr Whats amiss, May it be gently heard: when we debate Our trivial difference lowd, we do commit · Murther in healing wounds-- 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
Sr He fell upon me ere admitted then Three kings I had newly feasted and did want Of what I was i' th' morning: but next day I told him of my self, wc was as much as to As to have ask'd 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 against Pompey For he hath laid strange curtesies and great Of late upon me: I must thank him onely, Lest any remembrance suffer ill report At heel of that defie 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’rt sure to loose: and of that natural luck He beats thee gainst the oddes. Thy Lustre thickens When he shines by: I say again thy spirit Is all afraid to govern thee near him: But he is always 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 laught him out of patience: and that night I laugh't him into Patience; and next morn Ere ye ninth hour I drunk him to his bed: Then put my Tires and mantles on him, whilst 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 merit 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 atchiev’d by th’ minute lost his favour Who does i' th’ wars more than his Captain can Becomes his Captains Captain: and Ambition (The Soldiers vertue ) rather makes choice of loss Than gain wc darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good But twould 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 ye battle
I have fled myself, and have instructed Cowards To run and shew their shoulders. Freinds be gone My Treasures in ye Harbour, take it: Oh I followd 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 battl’d Caesar will Unstate hishappiness and bee stag’d to th’shew Against a sworder: I see mens Judgments are A Parcel of their fortunes, and things outward Do draw ye inward qualitie 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 pick’d 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 sinewd hearted breathd And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransome lives Of me for Jests: but now Ile 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 bowles 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 to Deserte Force of Ill Fortunes
Good 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
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
Ant: 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 liv’d. The greatest Prince o’ th’ World The Noblest: and do now not barely die Nor cowardly put off my Helmet to My Countrymen —A Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquishd. 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 Ile ruin Do Caesar what he can. Know Sr that I Will not wait pinion’d at your Masters Court Nor once be chastisd with ye sober eye Of Dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up And show me to ye shouting Varlotry 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: Sawcy Licters Will catch at us like Strumpets, and scald Rimers Ballad us out of Tune. The quick Comedians Extemporally will stage us: and present Our Alexandrian Revels: Anthony Shall be brought drunken forth and I shall see Some squeaking CleopatrasBoy: My Greatness I’ th’ 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 ye 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— 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— Looke you now he is out of his guard already: unless you laugh and minister occasion to him he is gagg’d –I protest I take these Wisemen 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 tho he do nothing but rail: nor no rayling in a known disscreet man tho he 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 learnd from my Entertainment what I am and what I would are as secret as a maidenhead. to your ears Divinity. to any others prophanation
By Viola,
in Twelfth Night (TLN508-510),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 37v
Musick
--That peice of song That old and antick song we heard last night Methought it did releive 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 ithBud Feed on her damask Cheek: she pin’d in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience in a Monument Smiling at greif –
By Viola,
in Twelfth Night (TLN999-1004),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38
He has been yonder in ye sun practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour observe him for ye 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 ye 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 the challenge in a martial hand be curst and brief – taunt him with the licence of Inke. If thou thou’st H him some thrice it shall not be amiss, and as many lyes as there is room for in ye paper.— 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 Horribly for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath with a swaggering accent sharply tang’d off gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself events 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 – Back you shall not to ye house unless you undertake that towth me wth wich 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 Ide have seen him damnd ere Ide have challenged him. Let him let ye matter slip and Ile give him my horse grey Capilet—
By Sir Andrew,
in Twelfth Night (TLN1802-1804),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38
I said yow hadd'st a fine wit true said shee a fine little one, no se I a
great witt, right says she a great grosse one nay se I a good witt
just said she yt hurts nobodie, nay se I ye gent ys wise, certain se she
a wise gent: nay se I hee hath ye toungs: [that[ I beleev se she for hee
swore a thing to me on monday night, wch 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
Give thy thoughts no tong nor any unꝑportion'd thought his act, familiar but not vulgar, thos frends thou hast & their adoptiō tryed grapple them unto thy soule wth hoopes of steele, But do not dull thy palme wth entrtainmt Beware of entrance into a quarrel but beeing in beare it so that the opposed may beware of thee give ev r y man thy eare but few thy voice take each mans Censure but reserve the judgmt.
By Polonius,
in Hamlet (TLN524-534),
William Shakespeare
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2r