20. He is the very justice of peace in the play, and can commit whom he will and
what he will, error absurdity, as the toy takes him, and no man say
black is his eye but laugh at him.
By Tattle,
in The Staple of News (Intermean1.18-19),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 69
43
your meat should be served in with curious dances,
and set upon the board with virgin hands,
tured to their voices; not a dish removed,
but to the music, nor a drop of wine,
mized, with his water, with out harmony.
By Cymbal,
in The Staple of News (3.2.230-234),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 69
some he dry- ditches , some mossesmoats round with broths
mounts marrow-bones, cuts fifty angled custards,
rears bulwark pies, and for his outer- works
he raiseth ramparts of immortal crust;
and teacheth all the tactics at one dinner:
what ranks, what files, to put his dishes in;
the whole art military. Then he knows
the influence of the stars upon his meats
he has nature in a pot, bove all ye chemists
he is an architect an engineer
a soldier, a physician, a philosopher,
a general mathematician.
By Lickfinger,
in The Staple of News (4.2.23-37),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 69v
59.
with all your fly-blown projects,
and looks out of the politics, your shut faces,
and reserved questions and answers as
'Is't a clear business? will it mannage well?
my name must not be used else. Here, t’will dash, Your business hath received a taint, give off,
I may not prostitute myself. tut, tut
that little dust I can blow of at pleasure. Here's no such mountain, yet, i'the whole work
but a light purse may level. I will tide
this affair / for you; give it freight and passage.
and such mint-phrase; as tis the worst of canting,
by how much it affects the sense, it has not
By Canter,
in The Staple of News (4.4.63-75),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70
65.
a narrow-minded man, whose thoughts do dwell all in a lane, or line indeed; no turning. not scarce obliquity in them I still look
right forward to the intent, and scope of than
which he would go from now.
By Picklock,
in The Staple of News (5.1.74-8),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70
:2.
a poxe on these pretenders to wit! not a graincorn of true salt, not a graine of right
mustard amongst them all They may stand for places or so again' the next witfall
By John,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.1.25-28),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
at most, would have been up when thou wert gone abroad, by all description. I pray thee, what ailest thou canst not sleep? Hast thou thorns i'thy eyelids, or thirstles i'thy bed?
By Quarlous,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.3.5-7),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
an old reverend smock, by the splay-foot! There 50 cannot be an ancient tripe or trillibub i’the town but thou art straight nosing it, and ’tis a fine occupation thou’lt confine thyself to, when thou hast got one: scrubbing a piece of buff, as if thou hadst the perpetuity of Pannier Alley to stink in; or perhaps worse: currying a carcass that thou hast bound thyself to alive. I’ll be sworn, some of them that thou art, or hast been, a suitor to 55 are so old, as no chaste or married pleasure can ever become ’em; the honest instrument of procreation has — forty years since — left to belong to ’em. Thou must visit ’em as thou wouldst do a tomb, with a torch, or three handfuls of link, flaming hot, and so thou mayst hap to make ’em feel thee, and, after, come to inherit according to thy inches. A sweet course for a man to waste 60 his brand of life for, to be still raking himself a fortune in an old woman’s embers! We shall ha’ thee, after thou hast been but a month married to one of ’em,
By Quarlous,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.3.50-63),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
I would endure to hear fifteen sermons
a week for her, and such course and loud ones, as some of them must be. i would een desire
of fate i might dwell in a drum, and take my sustenance with an old broken tobacco -pipe and a straw. dost thou ever thinke to bring thine ears or stomach, to the patience
of a dry grace, as long as the table-cloth, and droned out by thy son here - taht might be thy father - till all the meat on the board has
forgot, it was that day in the kitchen. or to brook the noise made in question of predestination, by the good labourers and painful eaters, assembled together, put to them by the matron your spouse; who moderates with a cup of wine ever and anon, and a sentence
out of Knox between? or the perpetual spitting before and after a sober drawn
exhortation of six hours, whose better part was the hum-ha-hum: or to heare prayers
groaned out over thy iron chests, as if they were charmes to break'em. and all
this for the hope of two apostle- spoons to suffer!, and a cup to eat a caudle in.
By Quarlous,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.3.65-78),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
His foolish schoolmasters have done nothing but run up and downe the country with him
to beg pudding and cakebred of his tenants and almost spoiled him, he has learned nothing but to sing catches
and repeate rattle bladder rattle
By Wasp,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.4.55-58),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
Why, we could not meet that heathen thing all day 85 but stayed him: he would name you all the signs over as he went, aloud, and where he spied a parrot or a monkey, there he was pitched — with all the little long-coats about him, male and female — no getting him away!
By Wasp,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.4.85-88),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
he would name you all the signs over, as he went, aloud, and where he spried a parrot,
or a monkey, there he was pitched, with all the little long coats about him male and female; no getting him away! I thought he would ha’ run mad o’the black
boy in bucklers-bury, that takes the scuryscurvy, roguy tobacco there.
By Wasp,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.4.86-90),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
Wasp on his Master a young silly-country esquire.
he is such a ravener after fruit / you will not
believe what a coil I had t’other day, to compound a business between a cathern -
pear woman and him, about snatching!
By Wasp,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.5.92-94),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
Purecraft
I would be sati s fied from you, religiously wise whether a widow of the
sanctified assembly or a widow's daughter may commit the act
with out offence to the weaker sister.
By Purecraft,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.6.36-38),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 71v
it may be eaten, very exceeding well eaten, but in the fair and as a Barthol’mew pig, it cannot be eaten, for the
very calling it a Barthol’mew - pig, and to eat it so, is a spice of idolatry, and you
make the fair, no better then one of the high place.
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.6.42-45),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 71v
hath a face of offense with the weak
a great face, a foul face, but that face may have a veil put over it, and be shad-
dowed as it were, it may bee eaten and in the fair I take it, in a booth the tents
of the wicked: the place is not much not very much we may be religious in midst
of the profane, so it be eaten swith a reformed mouth, with sobriety, and humbleness
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.6.56-60),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 71v
Ay, ay, gamesters, moch a plain plump soft wench o'the suburbs, do, because she's juicy and wholesome; none of your you must ha' your thin pinched ware pent up in the compass of a dog collar.
By Ursula,
in Bartholomew Fair (2.5.63-64),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 71v
with lean playhouse poultry that has the bony rump sticking out like the ace of spades, or
the point of a partizan, and will so grate 'em with their hips and shoulders as - take 'em altogether they
were as good lie with an hurdle.
By Ursula,
in Bartholomew Fair (2.5.80-82),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 72r
34. And it were a sin of obstinacy, great obstinacy, high and horrible obstinacy, to decline or resist the good titillation of the famelic sense, which is the smell.
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (3.2.64-66),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 72r
Therefore be bold — huh! huh! huh! — follow the scent. Enter the tents of the unclean for once, and satisfy your wife’s frailty. Let your frail wife be satisfied; your zealous mother, and my suffering self, will also be satisfied.
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (3.2.67-69),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 72r
48. for long hair it is an ensign of pride, a banner, and the world is full of those banners, very full of banners. And bottle-ale is a drink of Satan's, a diet-drink of Satan's, devised to puff us up, and make us swell in this latter age of vanity as the smoke of tobacco, to keep us in mist and error
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (3.6.22-26),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 72r
peace with thy apocryphal wares, thou profane publican. thy bells, thy dragons
and thy tobies dogs. thy hobby horse is a very Idol a fierce and rank idol and thou the Nebuchadnezzar the proud Nebuchadnezzar
of the fair that sett'st it up for children to fall down to and worship.
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (3.6.23-26),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 72r
Theres nothing that I love but thou lovest it too. I weare not my owne heart about mee, but this exchange; thy eyes let in my objects, thou hearst for mee, talkst, kisst, and enjoyst all my felicities
By ,
in not in source (1.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 72v
Sir I must owe the title of a traitor to your high favours; envy first conspired and malice
now accuses, but what story mentioned his name that had his princes bosom with out the peoples
hate, tis sin enough in some men to be great, the throng of stars the rout and com=
mon people of the sky move still another way than the sun does
By Lorenzo,
in The Traitor (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
had raised commotions in our Florence When the hinge of state did faint under the burthen | and the people
sweat with their own fears, to think The soldier should inhabit their calm dwellings, Who then rose up your safety, and crushed all Their plots to air?
By Lorenzo,
in The Traitor (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Looke heedfully about me, and thou may'st | discover through some cranny of my flesh | a fire
with in, my soul is but one flame | extended to all parts of this frail building, | I shall turn ashes I
begin to shrink | is not already my complexion alterd, | does not my face look parched
and my skin gather | into a heap? my breath is hot enough | to thaw the Alps.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Me-thinks I could turn poet | and make her a more excellent piece then heaven. | let not fond
men hereafter commend what | they most admire by fetching from the stars | or flowers their
glory of similitude; | but from thyself the rule to know all beauty, | and he that shall arrive
at so much boldnesse, | to say his mistress' eyes, or voice, or breath, | are half so bright, so clear
so sweet as thine, | hath told the world enough of miracle.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
The duke himself shall thee his, and single you from the fair troop, thy person forth, to exhange embraces with, lay seige to these soft lips, and not remove
till he hath sucked thy heart, | which soon dissolv'd with thy sweet breath, shall be | made part of
his, at the same instant, he conveying a new soul into thy breast, | with a creating kiss.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Come, I find you're cunning; The news does please the rolling of your Eye | betrays you, and I see a guilty blush | through
this white veil upon your cheek; you would have it confirmed you shall, the duke himself Shall swear he loves you
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
He's not in the common list of friends, | and he does love thee past imagination; | next his religion
he has placed the thought | of Oriana, he sleeps nothing else | and I shall wake him into heaven, to
say | thou hast consented to be his.
By Cosmo,
in The Traitor (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
thou hast a quarrel / and a just one with thy stars, that did not make thee / a princess
Amidea, yet thou'rt greater / and born to justify unto these times / Venus, the queen of Love, was but thy figure, | and all her graces prophecies of thine, / to make our last age
best; I could dwell ever / here and imagine I weream in a temple, to offer on this
altar of thy lip, / myriads of flaming kisses with a cloud / of sighs breathed from my
heart / which by the oblation would increase his stock, to make my pay eternal.
By Duke,
in The Traitor (3.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
a kisse
A man half dead with famine would wish here / to feed on smiles, of which the least hath
power /
to call an anchorite from his prayers, tempt saints / to wish their bodies on. /
By Duke,
in The Traitor (3.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
the Phoenix with her wings, when she is dying / can fan her ashes into another life; But When thy breath more sweet then all the spice / that helps the others funeral returns to
heaven, the world must be eternal loser ./
By Duke,
in The Traitor (3.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
wise men secure their fates, and execute / invisibly, like that most subtle flame / that burns
the heart, yet leaves no part or t o uch / Upon the skin to follow or suspect it:
By Lorenzo,
in The Traitor (4.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
xx
my lord I may do you service with a leading voice in the country, the kennel will
cry a my side if it come to election, you or your freind shall carry it against the commonwealth.
By Depazzi,
in The Traitor (4.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
Though I have / no weapon, I will look thee dead, or breath / a dampe shall stifle thee, that
I could vomit / consuming flames, or stones like, Etna, make / the earth with motion of my feet
shrink lower, / and take thee in alive, oh that my voice / could call a serpent from corrupted Nile / to make thee part of her accursed bowels.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (4.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r
A melancholy chamberin the earth, hung round about with skulls and dead- men's bones.
Ere Amidea have told all her tears / upon thy marble, or the epitaph / Bely thy soul, by saying
it is fled / to heaven: this sister shall be ravished, Maugre thy dust and heraldry.
By Lorenzo,
in The Traitor (4.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r
This white hand; Amidea that hath so often / with admiration trembled on the lute, / till we have
prayed thee leave the strings awhile, / and laid our ears close to thy ivory fingers, / suspecting all the
harmony proceeded / from their owne motion / with out the need / of any dull or passive instruments
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r
I see Pisanos blood / is texted in thy forehead, and thy hands / retain too many,
crimson spots already / make not thyself, by murthering of thy sister / all a red letter.
By Amidea,
in The Traitor (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r
Out of the epistle
A great part of the grace of this I confess lay in action; yet can no action ever be
gracious, where the decency of language, and ingenious structure of the scene, arrive
not to make up a perfect harmony.
By Epistle,
in The Devil's Law Case (ToTheReader),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r
With what a compelled face a woman sits / While she is drawing! I have noted divers / either
to feign smiles, or suck in the lips / to have a little mouth; ruffle the cheeks / to have the
dimple seen ,and so disorder the face with affectat i on, at the next sitting / it has not been the same
By Leonora,
in The Devil's Law Case (1.1.148-154),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74v
in deed if ever I would have my face drawn to the life, I would have a painter steal
it, at such a time, I were devoutly kneeling at my prayers, there is then a heaven
ly beauty in't, the soul moves in the superficies.
By Leonora,
in The Devil's Law Case (1.1.160-164),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74v
+
Too much light / makes you moon-eyed, are you in love with the title? / I will have a herald,
whose continual practice / is all in pedigree, come awooing to you, or an antiquary in
old buskins.
By Romelio,
in The Devil's Law Case (1.2.42-45),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74v
You that dwell near these graves and vaults / which oft do hide physicians' faults / note what
a small room does suffice / to express mens good. their vanities / would fill more
volume in small hand / than all the evidence of Church-land/
By Romelio,
in The Devil's Law Case (2.3.98-103),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 75r
xx
Oh look the last
act be the best i'th play, / and then rest gentle bones, yet pray / that when by the
precise you are viewed, / a supersede as be not sued, to remove you to a place
more airy /
By Romelio,
in The Devil's Law Case (2.3.112-116),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 75r
Act. 3.
To poison a man by pulling but a loose hair from's beard, or give a drench
he should linger of it nine years, and ne'er complain, but in the spring and fall,
and for the cause imputed to the disease natural.
By Romelio,
in The Devil's Law Case (3.2.8-11),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 75r
+ for it is or should be as a bright crystal mirror to the world, to dress itself; but
I must tell you, sister, if the excellency of the place have wrought salvation, the devil had ne'er fallen from heaven
By Romelio,
in The Devil's Law Case (3.3.11-15),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 75r
x ie, they love their present sweetheart Widows, as men report of our best picture-makers, we love the piece we are in hand with
better, then all the excellent work we have done before.
By Leonora,
in The Devil's Law Case (3.3.251-254),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 75v
+ that's good for nought, / unless 't be to fill the office full of
fleas, / or a winter itch wears that spacious ink-horn / all the vacation unless only
to cure tetters, / and his penknife to weed corns from from the splay toes / of the right
worshipfull of the office.
By Ariosto,
in The Devil's Law Case (4.1.49-54),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 75v
Yet why do I Take bastardy so distastefully, when i'th' world A many things that are essential parts Of greatness are but by-slips, and are fathered On the wrong parties;[...] for that woman's sin, To which you all swear when it was done, I would not give my consent.
By Romelio,
in The Devil's Law Case (4.2.302-318),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 75v
I care not a beanestalke for [the] best what lack you on you all, no not [the] next day after Simon and Jude; when you go a feasting to Westminster [with] your galleyfoist and your pot guns, to [the] very terror of [the] paper-whales, when you land in shoals, and make [the] understanders in Cheapside, wonder to see ships swim upon mens shoulders, when [the]
By Clod,
in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 75v
Fencers flourish, and make the kings liege people fall down and worship the devil and saint Dunstan, when your whifflers are hanged in chains, and Hercules' club spits fire
about the pageants, though the poor children catch cold, that shew like painted cloth,
and are / only kept alive with sugar- plums:
By Clod,
in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r
thou, that wert begot upon an hay-mow, bred in thy father's stable,
and out-dunged his cattle; thou that at one ofand twenty, wert only able to write a sheep's -
mark in tar, and read thy own capital letter, like a gallows upon a cow's
buttock; you that allow no Scripture canonical, but an Almanac.
By Gettings,
in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r
Thus look'd [the] moone, when [with] her virgin fires / Shee went in progress to [the] mountain Latmos, / To visit her Endymion, yet I injure your beauty, to compare it to her orb / Of silver light [the] Sun from [which] she borrows / [that] makes her by [the] nightly lamp of heaven, / Has in his stock of beams not half your lustre, / Enrich [the] earth still [with] your sacred presence / Upon each object throw a glorious star, / Created by your sight, [that] when [the] learned / Astronomer comes forth to examine heaven, / He may find two, and be himself divided, / [which] he should first contemplate.
By Courtier,
in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r
if thou hast made thy will, let them prove it when thou art dead, and bury thee accordingly: thy wife will have cause to thank me; it will be a good hearing to the poor of the parish, happy man be his dole; besides, the Blue-coats can but comfort thy kindred with singing and rejoicing at thy funeral.
By Clod,
in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r
ibid
to do the comedians justice, amongst whom some are held comparable
with the best that are or have been, and the most of them deserving a name.
in the file of those that are eminent for graceful and unaffected action.
By ,
in not in source (ToTheReader),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r
A kiss and then tis sealed, this she would know/
Better than the impression, which I made, with the rude signet, tis the same she left / upon my
lip, when I departed from her, / and I have kept it warm still with my breath / that in my
prayers have mentioned her.
By Foscari,
in The Grateful Servant (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76v
Let no wom ea n work upon thy frailty with her smooth language; to undo thyself trust not the
innocence of thy soul too far, for though their bosoms carry whitness, think
it is not snow. they dwell in a hot climate, the court, where men are but deceitful
shadows, the women, walking flames.
By Foscari,
in The Grateful Servant (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76v
Methinks I talk like a peremptory statesman already, I shall quickly learn to
forget myself when I am great in office; I will oppress the
subject, flatter the prince; take bribes a both sides, do right to neither,
serve heaven as far as heavenmy profit will give me leave, and tremble only
at the summons of a parliament.
By Jacomo,
in The Grateful Servant (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76v
the sun's loved flower, that shuts his yellow curtain, / when he declineth, opens
it again / At his fair rising; with my parting lord, / I closed all my delights, till
his approach, / it shall not spread itself.
By Cleona,
in The Grateful Servant (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 77r
good tutor Some moral exhortations they are fruitless; I shall never eat garlic
with Diogenes in a tub, and speculate the stars with out a shirt; prithee enjoy thy
religion, and live at last most philosophically lousy.
By Lodwick,
in The Grateful Servant (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 77r
The Mandrake hath no voice /like this, the raven, and the night birds sing / more soft;
nothing in nature to which fear / hath made us superstitious, but speakes gently /
compared with thee, discharge thy fatal burthen, I am prepared; or stay but answer me, And I will save thee breath, and quickly know the total of my sorrow.
By Cleona,
in The Grateful Servant (3.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 77r
I confess, and, were you in public, I would urge many other empty names to fright you; put on my holiday countenance, talk nothing but divinity, and golden sentences;
look like a supercilious elder, with a scarched face, and a tunable nose, whilst
he is edifying his neighbour's woman.
By Grimundo,
in The Grateful Servant (3.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f.77v
Then how many raptures does he talk a day? is he transported
with poetic rage? / When was he styled Imperial Wit? Who are / the prince Electors in his
monarchy? / Can he like Celtic Hercules, with chains / of his divine tongue draw the
gallant tribe / through every street, whilst the grave senator / points at him as he walks
in triumph, and /doth wish with half his wealth he might be young, / to spend it all
in sack, to hear him talk / eternal sonnets to his mistress? ha? who loves not verse is damn’d.
By Caperwit,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79r
There's so much sweetness in her, such a troop / of graces waiting on her words and actions,/ I am divided; / and like the trembling needle of a dial, / my hearts afraid to fix, in such a plenty / I have no star to sail by.
By Gerard,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79r
All other women / are but like pictures in a gallery / set off to the eye, and have no excellency/
but in their distance; but these two, far off /shall tempt thee to just wonder, and drawn
near / can satisfy thy narrowest curiosity: / the stock of a woman hath not two more left to
rival them in graces
By Gerard,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79r
Hast thou not seen the woodbine / that honey-dropping tree, and the loved briar, / Embrace
with their chaste boughs, twisting themselves, / and weaving a green net to catch the birds /
till it do seem one body, while the flowers / wantonly run to meet and kiss each
other? / so twas betwixt us two.
By Gerard,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79r
no, but heaven and Angels / are witnesses you did exchange a
faith / with one that mourns a virgin and a widow, who now despairing of your love
to show how willing she is to die, doth every hour distill / part of her soul in tears.
By Yongrave,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (3.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79v
many gentlemen are not, as in the days of understanding, / now satisfied with out a jig, which e>
since / they cannot, with their honour call for, after / the play, they look to be serv'd up in the
middle: your dance is the best language of some comedies; / a scene / expressed with life
of art, and squared to nature, / is dull and phlegmatic poetry.
By Caperwit,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (4.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79v
We are fools indeed we are / to dote so much upon them, and betray / the glory
of our creation, to serve / a female pride: we were born free, and had /
from the great maker royal privilege / most brave immunities: but since have
made / forfeit of charter.
By Gerard,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (5.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79v
Ay, marry, now you speak of a trade indeed, the very Atlas of a state-politic, the common shore of a city, nothing falls amiss unto them: they
can eat men alive and digest them, they have their conscience in a string and
can stifle it at their pleasure, the devil's journeymen, set up for themselves,
and keep a damnation house of their own. they
are agents , as I have heard, for the devil in their lifetime; and if they die in their bed, have this privilege
to be sons of hell by adoption, and take place of serjeants.
By Gasparo,
in The Maid of Honour (1.1),
Philip Massinger
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80r
Oh, the blindness of a covetous, wretched father, that is led only by the ears, and in love with sounds! Nature had done well to have thrust him into the world without an eye, that, like a mole is so affected to base earth, and there means to dig for prardise.
By ,
in not in source (2.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80r
He does appear ( The word document and his typical writing make this seem as though it was supposed to be "/" rather than "(". Is this something we should change, or go with the way it still appears as is? -SH with all the charms of love upon his eye; / and not rough drawn but polished.
By ,
in not in source (2.2),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80r
There is a method, when your passion's young / to keep it in obedience, you love Rufaldo / art
thou not young? how will the rose agree / with a dead hyacinth? or the honey wood-bind, circling
a withered briar? you can apply, can you submit your body / to bed with ice and snow, your
blood to mingle? / would you be deaf'd with coughing, teach your eye / How to be rheumatic? Breathes he not out / his body is diseases, and like dust / falling all into pieces, as of
nature / would make him his own grave.
By Cornelio,
in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80r
x this was a devillish speech.
concerning
that as was spoken just now)
I will outlabour Jove-born Hercules, / and in a greater fury ransack hell: / teare from the
sisters their contorted curls, / and rack the destinies on Ixions wheel: / brain Proserpine with
Sisiphs rolling stone / and in a brazen cauldron choked with lead / boil Minos, Eacus, and
Radamant / make the infernal three-chapt band-dog roar. cram Tantalus with apples, lash
the fiends / with whips of snakes and poison'd scorpions: / snatch chain'd Prometheus from the Vultures
may, / and feed him with her liver, make old Charon / waft back again the souls,, or buffet
him / with his own Oars to death
By Gentleman,
in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (3.5),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80v
Thou art some goddess, that to amaze the earth / with thy celestial presence hast put on / the habit of a
mortal, gods sometimes / would visit country "country" has the weird c thing here. -SH houses, and gild o'er / a sublunary habitation / with
glory of their presence, and make heaven / descend into an hermitage:
By Ingeniolo,
in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (3.5),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80v
Didst thinke I was a piece of stone sawn out / by carvers art, so cold, so out of soul, / so
empty of all fire to warm my blood, / I'd lie with thee, worse than the frigid zone.
By ,
in not in source (4.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80v
for he that feeds well must by consequence live well: he holds none can be damn'd but lean men; for fat men, he says, must needs be saved by the faith of their body
By Isaac,
in The Wedding (1.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
(speaking of a leane man)
I think the picture of either of your faces in a ring, with a memento mori would be as sufficient a mortification
as lying with an anatomy.
By ,
in not in source (1.3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
by this hand, if it would bear an oath we have had nothing
this two days but half a lark which, by a mischance, the cat had kill'd tpp, the cage being open: I will provide my belly another master.
By Camelion,
in The Wedding (1.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
(spoaken of a friend to a friend) as wee are made one body, soe lets bee one
soule, and will and will both the same thing
the blood you carry / doth warm my veins, yet could nature be / forgetful, and remove it
self, the love / I owe your merit, doth oblige me to relation of a truth
By Marwood,
in The Wedding (1.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
Gratiana false? / the snow shall turn a sala=
mander first, / and dwell in fire; the air retreat, and leave / an emptiness in nature:
angels be / corrupt, and brib'd by mortals sell their charity.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (1.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
Was ever woman good, and Gratiana vicious? lost to honour? at the instant / when I expected
all my harvest ripe. / the golden summer tempting me to reap / the well-grown ears, comes
an impetuous storm / destroys an ages hope in a short minute. / and lets me live the copy of man's frailty
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (1.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
Enjoyed Gratiana sinfully; tis a sound / able to kill with horror: it infects / the very air, I
see it like a mist / dwell round about; that I could uncreate / myself, or be forgotten
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (1.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
Act. 2.
A hollow grot, a cave which e> never star / durst look into, made in contempt of light by nature
which e> the moon did never yet / befriend with any melancholy beam.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
Wert thou defensed with circular fire, more / subtle than the lightning, that I knew would ravish /
my heart and marrow from me: yet I should neglect the danger, and but singly arm'd fly to revenge thy calumny.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
let me study, I'll count them all before you, never did / penitent in confession strip the soul / more naked; I'll unclasp my book of conscience; / you shall read o'er
my heart, and if you find / in that great volume but one single thought / that conscerned
you, and did not end with some / good prayer for you; oh be just and kill me.
By Gratiana,
in The Wedding (2.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
In this posture does she not present / a water-nymph placed in the midst of some /
fair garden, like a fountain to dispense / her crystal streams upon the flowers?
which e> cannot / but so refreshed, look up, and seem to smile / upon the eyes that feed'em.
By Landby,
in The Wedding (3.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
(of a maide to her once lover.) They are not mine, since I have lost the opinion of what I was; indeed I have nothing else: I would not keep the kisses once you gave
me / if you would let me pay them back again.
By Gratiana,
in The Wedding (3.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
'Tis prov'd, put them to anyaction, and see if they do not smoke it; they are men of mettle, and the greatest melters in the world; one hot service
makes them roast, and they have enough in them to baste a hundred. you may take
a lean man, marry your self to famine, and beg for a great belly.
By Lodam,
in The Wedding (3.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
I have seen a dog look like him, that has drawn a wicker-bottle, rattling about
the streets, and leering on both sides where to get a quiet corner to bite his tail off.
By Landby,
in The Wedding (4.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
There is a period in nature, is it not / better to die; and not be sick, worn in / our
bodies, which e> in imitation of ghosts, grow lean, as if they would at last / be
immaterial too; [our] blood turn jelly, / and freeze in their cold channel.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (4.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
She's gone for ever; / and can the earth still dwell a quiet neighbour / to the rough sea,
and not itself be thawed into a river? let it melt to waves / from henceforth, that beside the
inhabitants, / the very genius of the world may drown, / and not accuse me for her.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (4.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82r
I would kiss her cold face into life again; /
renew her breath with mine, on her pale lip; / I do not think but if some artery /
of mine were opened, and the crimson flood / conveyed into her veins, it would agree; / and with
a gentle gliding, steal itself / into her heart, enliven her dead faculties, and with a flattery
tice her soul again / to dwell in her fair tenement.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (4.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82r
When I am dead, / I will so talk of thee among the blest, that they shall be in love with thee
and descend / in holy shapes, to woe thee to come thither / and be of their society; do not
veil they beauty / with such a shower, keep this soft rain / to water some more lost and
barren garden. / lest you destroy the spring which e> nature made / to be a wonder in thy cheek.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (5.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82r
All the graces speak in my girl: each syllable doth carry / a volume of thy goodness, know my
girl / that place wherein I lock so rich a jewel, / I do pronounce again shall be thy
paradise: / thy paradise my Eugenia saving that / in this man only finds no being.
By ,
in not in source (1.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82r
Admit there be a lady whome a prince / might court for her affection; of a beauty /
great as her virtue, add unto them birth / equal to both, and all three but in her / not
to be match'd
By ,
in not in source (1.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
Act. 2 he went on the ticket with some midwife, or old woman / for his whole
stock of physic: here a fellow only has skill to make a handsome periwig, or to sow teeth in the gums of some state madam
which e> she coughs out again, when so much phlegm / as would not strangle a poor flea,
provokes her, / proclaims himself a rectifier of nature, / and is believ'd, so getteth more by keeping /
mouths in their quarterly reparations, / then knowing know men by all their art and pains
in the cure of the whole body
By Bonamico,
in Bird in a Cage (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
I'll tell you a better project, wherein no courtier has prefool'd you. stick your skin with feathers, and draw the rabble of the
city for pence apiece to see a monstrous bird brought from Peru
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
Does it not sparkle most divinely, signior; a row of these stuck in a
lady's forehead, / would make a Persian stagger in his faith / and give more adoration
to this light / then to the sun-beam
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
When you see me next, avoid me, as you would do your poor kindred when they
come to court. get you home, say your prayers, and wonder that you come off [without]
beating; for 'tis one of my miracles.
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
Would you see justice employ her scales to weigh light gold, that comes in for fees or corruption;
and flourish with her sword like a fencer, to make more room for causes in the court
By Bonamico,
in Bird in a Cage (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
hee, who got his mony ill and left it his
heire.
Happy is that son whose father goes to the devil: Fairly certain the following is a label, if you want to check for it. Couldn't find it in play -SH
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (3.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
though thou beest buried upon alms, carried to church with four torches, and have an inscription on thy marble worse than the ballad of the devil and the baker, and
might be sung to as vile a tune too.
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (3.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
Act: 4. as if he had been born with a song in his head, he talks everlasting ballad; no man laughs at him, but he lashes him in rhyme worse than a satyr; the duke has priviledged his
mirth, made him fool-free.
By Perenotto,
in Bird in a Cage (4.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
Stay and let me circles in mine arms / all happiness at once, I have not soul / enough
to apprehend my joy, it spreads / too mighty for me: know excellent Eugenia I am the prince
of Florence, that owe heaven / more for thy virtues than his own creation. / I was born with
guilt enough to cancel, / my first purity, but so chaste a love / as thine, will so refine
my second being / when holy marriage frames us in one piece, Angels will envy me.
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (4.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
Act. 5.
Be wise hereafter, and make the fool your friend, 'tis many an honest man's part at court. It is safer to displease the duke than his jester; every sentence the one speaks, Flatterers make an oracle.
By Morello,
in Bird in a Cage (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
xx
your fool is fine, he's merry, / and of all men doth fear least / at every word
he jests with my lord, and tickles my lady in earnest. / Here, the latter lines of this extract are actually earlier in the song in the book. Do we still record it like this? -SH all places he is free of, and fools it with out
blushing / at masks, and plays, is not the bays, thurst out, to let the plush in
By Morello,
in Bird in a Cage (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
I come not to petition for a mercy, but to cry up my merit, for a deed shall drown all story, and posterity shall admire it more than a Sybil's leaf, and lose
itself in wonder of the actions; poets shall / with this make proud their / Muses, and apparrel
it in ravishing numbers, which e> the soft-hair'd virgins , forgetting all their legends, and love tales, of Venus, Cupid, and the 'scapes of Jove,make their only song, and in full quire chaunt it at Hymen's feast. ***Can we go over this extract? The last line gets a bit weird in the book's spelling, as well as the word arrangement between the orig and the canonical. -SH
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
It cannot be; for if you mean your daughter, 'tis that is my preserver, Blest Eugenia, / to whose memory my heart does dedicate / itself an altar, in whose very mention
my lips are hallowed, and the place, a temple, / whence the divine sound came, it is a voice /
which e> should [our] holy church men then use, it might / with out addition of more exorcism / disenchant
houses, tie up nightly spirits which fright the solitary groves. Eugenia / when I have named I needs must love my breath the better after.
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
where before / thy life should have been gently invited forth / now with a horrid circumstance
death shall / make thy soul tremble, and forsaking all / the noble parts it shall retire into /
some angle of thy body, and be afraid / to inform thy eyes, lest they let in a horror / they
would not look on.
By Duke,
in Bird in a Cage (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
this dat shall be consecrate to triumph, and may time / when 'tis decreed, the world shall have an end / by revolution of the year make this / the
day that shall conclude all memories.
By Duke,
in Bird in a Cage (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
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
But there where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs Or else dries up--to be discarded thence-- to be discarded thence-- or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in!
By ,
in not in source (TLN2752-2757),
not in source
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
Bid my sub-sizar carry my hackney to the buttery; / and give him his beaver Book says "bever," but then refers to beast. You may want to check -SH; it is a civil / and
sober beast, and will drink moderately, and that done turn him into the quadrangle.
By Charles,
in The Elder Brother (1.2.88-91),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85v
Good brother Brisac, does your young courtier, that wears the fine clothes, and is the excellent gentleman, the traveller, the soldier, as you think too, understand any other power than his tailor? Or knows what motion is, more than an horse-race? / what the moon
means, but to light him home from taverns? / or the comfort of the sun is, but to wear slash'd
clothes in. / and must this piece of ignorance be popped up, because it can kiss the hand, and cry sweet lady?
By Miramont,
in The Elder Brother (2.1.68-72),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85v
Thou monstrous piece of ignorance in office! / thou that hast no more knowledge than thy clerk infuses;/ thy dapper clerk, larded with ends of Latin, / and he no more than custom of offences; /
Thou unreprievable dunce! that thy formal bandstrings, / thy ring nor pomander can expiate for. / I'll
pose thy worship / in thine own library an almanac.
By Miramont,
in The Elder Brother (2.1.102-109),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85v
Ask 'em any thing | out of [the] element of their understanding ,| and they stand gaping like a roasted pig. | Do they know any thing but a tired hackney?| And they 'Absurd!' as the horse understand 'em
By Cowsy,
in The Elder Brother (2.2.16-22),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86r
cook see all [your] sauces be sharp and poignant in [the] palate, that they may Commend you;look to your roast and baked meats handsomely andwhat neww kickshawes.
By ,
in not in source (3.2.10-13),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86r
Beauty clear and fair ;| where [the] air | rather like a sfume dwells; | where [the] violet and [the] rose| their blue veins in blush disclose | and come to honour nothing else. | Where to live near ,| and planted there,| is to live and still live new;| where to gain a favour is | more than life, perpetual bliss, | make me live by serving you.|| Dear, again back re- call, | to this light, | A Stronger to himself and all: | both [the] wonder and [the] story | shall be yours, and eke [the] glory | I am your servant and [your] thrall.
By Charles,
in The Elder Brother (3.5.77-94),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86r
We'll live together like two wanton vines,| circling or souls and loves in one another; | We'll spring together, and We'll bear one fruit,| one joy shall make us smile, and one grief mourn, | one age go [with] us, and one hour of death| shall shut our eyes, and one grave make us happy.
By Charles,
in The Elder Brother (3.5.171-176),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86r
you have no souls, no mettle in your bloods, no heat to stir ye when ye have occasion ,| frozen dull things [that] must be / turned [with] levers, | Are you the courtiers, and the travell'd gallants, The sprightly fellows, that the people talk of? Ye have no more spirit than three sleepy sops
By Brisac,
in The Elder Brother (4.1.4-9),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86r
Come, come, you cannot scold With confidence, nor with grace; you should look big and swear you are no gamester; practise dice and cards a little better, you will get many confusions and fine curses by it.
By Mistress Carol,
in Hyde Park (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86v
Temptations will shake thy innocence, | No more than waves [that] climb a rock, [wich] soon | betray
their weakness, and discover thee, | more clear and more impregnable.
By Trier,
in Hyde Park (2.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86v
I have a natural sympathy [with] fair ones;| As they do , I do; there's no handsome woman| complains [that] she has lost her
maidenhead, | but I wish mine had been lost [with] it.
By Lord Bonvile,
in Hyde Park (2.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86v
A thing before I thought to advise you of; Your words of hard concoction, your rude poetry, Have much impaired my health, try sense another while And calculate some prose according to The elevation of our pole at London, As says the learned almanack
By Mistress Carol,
in Hyde Park (2.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 87r
Ile speake our owne English, | hang these affected straines, ^wch wee sometimes | practise to please
ye curiosity| of talking ladies; | by this lip thou art welcome; | Ile sweare an hundred oaths vpon yr booke, and please you. x Vagaries, he, whinzies.
By Lord Bonvile,
in Hyde Park (3.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 87r
Were every petty maor you possess | a kingdom, and [the] blood of many princes | united in your veins
[with] these had you| a person [that] had more attraction | than poesy can furnish love withall:
By Julietta,
in Hyde Park (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 87r
When [your] cold blood shall starve [your] wanton thoughts,| and [your] slow pulse beat like [your] body's knell, |
When time hath snowed upon [your] hair .|
By ,
in not in source (5.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 87r
Ne'er stare, nor put on wonder: for you must / endure me and you shall. This earth you
tread upon, / (a dowry as you hope with this fair princess, / whose memory I bow to) was
not left / by my dead father (oh, I had a father whose memory I bow to!) was not left to your inheritance and I up and living./
having myself about me and my sword, / the souls of all my name, and memories, / these
arms and some few friends, beside the the gods, / to part so calmly with it and sit still, /
and say I might have been. I tell thee Pharamond / when thou are King
look I be dead and rotten / and my name ashes.
By Philaster,
in Philaster (1.1.186-198),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 93v
My lord, And none knows whether I shall live to do more service for you take this little prayer. Heaven bless your loves, your fights, all your designs! May sick men, if they have your wish, be well: / and heaven
hate those you curse though I be one.
By Bellario,
in Philaster (2.1.52-56),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r
they are two twinn'd cherries dyed in blushes, / which those fair suns above with their bright
beams / reflect upon and ripen: sweetest beauty, / bow down those branches, that the longing taste, / of the faint looker on, may meet those blessings, / and taste and live.
By Pharamond,
in Philaster (2.2.82-87),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r
xx
Thou piece / made by a painter, and a Pothecary: / thou troubled sea
of lust. thou wilderness, / inhabited by wild thoughts: thou swollen cloud / of infection.
By King,
in Philaster (2.4.139-143),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r
the winds that are let loose, / from the four several corners of the earth, / and spread themselves all over sea and
land, / And spread themselves all over sea and land kiss not a chaste one
By Philaster,
in Philaster (3.1.119-122),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r
'Tis less than to be born less than to be born, a lasting sleep, A quiet resting from all jealousy, A thing we all pursue I
know besides, it is but giving over of a game, [that] must be lost.
By Bellario,
in Philaster (3.1.256-260),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94v
They feed upon opinions, errors, dreams, And make 'em truths; they draw a nourishment Out of defamings grow upon disgraces; And, when they see a virtue fortified Strongly above the battery of their tongues, Oh, how they cast to sink it! and, defeated, (Soul-sick with poison) strike the monuments Where noble names lie sleeping, till they sweat, And the cold marble melt.
By Arethusa,
in Philaster (3.2.37-45),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94v
and shook their battle so, / the fever never left them till yey Note for LE: on yey, do we just do orig and seg? -SH fell / I pulled the Wings up, drews the rascals on, clapped 'em, and cry'd follow, follow: this is
the hand first touch'd the gates, this foot first took the city / this Christian Churchman
snatched I from the altar / and fired the temple- 'twas this sword was sheath'd in panting bosoms, both of young and old, / Fathers, sons, mothers, virgins, wives, and widows, like death I havoc cried
so long till I / had left no monuments of life or buildings / but these poor ruins.
By Hubert,
in The Martyred Souldier (1),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
A. B. A.
Oh take heed my lord / it is no warring against heavenly powers / who can
command their conquest when they please / they can forebear the giants that throw
stones / and smile upon their follies but when [they] frown / their angers
fall down perpendicular / and strike their weak opposer into nothing / the thunder tell us so
By ,
in not in source (1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
After some three hours being in Carthage, I rush'd into a temple starred
all with lights / which e> with my drawn sword rifling in a room / hung
full of pictures, drawn so full of sweetness / they struck a reverence
in me; found I a woman / a lady all in white; the very candles / took
brightness from her eyes and those clear pearls / which e> in abundance falling on her cheeks / gave them a lovely bravery; at my rough entrance /
she shrieked and kneel'd and holding up a pair / of ivory fingered hands
begged that I would not / though I did kill, dishonour her, and told me / she
would pray for me: never did Christian / so near come to my heartstrings
By Hubert,
in The Martyred Souldier (2),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
Act: 3.
Oh here's a morning like a grey-eyed wench / able to entice a man
to leap out of his bed / if he love hunting had he as many corns
on his toes / as there are cuckolds in the city.
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
Oh sweet affliction thou blest book being written / by divine fingers; you chains
that bind my body / to free my soul you wheels that wind me up / to an eternity of happiness, muster my holy thoughts, and as I / write, organ of heavenly
music to mine ears / haven to my shipwreck, balm to my wounds / sunbeams which e> on me comfortably shine / when clouds of death are covering me: so gold as I by thee, by fire is purified; so showers / quicken
the spring so rough seas / bring mariners home, giving them gains and ease
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
(one in a dungeon seeing an angel)
O mines eyes / I that am shut from light
have all the light / which e> the world sees by, here some heavenly / fire
is thrown about the room / and burns so clearly mine eyeballs /
drop out blasted at the sight.
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
How sweetly she becomes the face of woe; / she teacheth misery to court
her beauty / and to affliction lends a lovely look: happy folks / would sell
their blessings for her griefs / but to be sure to meet them thus.
By Hubert,
in The Martyred Souldier (3),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
my honoured father, that grieved daughter thus / thrice every day to heaven
lifts her poor hand / for your release / and will grow old in vows unto
those powers / till they fall on me loaden with my wishes.
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
A: B.
love dresses here he wanton amorous bowers / sorrow has made
perpetual winter here / and all my thoughts are icy May want to check this in manuscript; looks like "scy" but unsure -SH past the reach / of
what loves fires can thaw.
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
xx
when you are married / Venus must then give thee noble welcome /
perfume her temple with the breath of nuns / not Vestas but her own
with roses strow / the paths that bring thee to her blessed shrine / clothe all
her altars / have raised her triumphs, and 'bove all at last / record this day.
By Hubert,
in The Martyred Souldier (3),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
xx
a King's word is a statute graven in brass and if he
breaks that law I will in thunder / rouse his cold spit: I long to ride in armour / and
looking round about me to see nothing / but seas and shores, that seas of Christian blood /
the shores tough soldiers, Here a wing flies out soaring at victory, here the main Battalia / comes ups with as much horror and hotter terror / as if a thick-grown forest by enchantment / were made to
move and all the trees should meet / pell mell You may want to check this "pell mell?" I'm unsure if this is supposed to be a proper noun or what -SH, and rive their beaten bulks in sunder.
By Hubert,
in The Martyred Souldier (4),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
I told you of a palace walled with gold Short line skipped here: "Hubert: I do remember it." Should we skip? -SH / the floor of sparkling diamonds and the
Can we check this label? It's oddly placed -SH roof studded with stars shining as bright as fire.
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
xx
I woe thee to love thyself, to love a
thing within thee / more curious than the frame of all this world / more lasting
than the engine over our heads / whose wheels haue moved so many thousand years, this thing is thy soul.
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
xx
a Here, the word document transcription says "few," but the script says "Iew," and the context of the line makes me thing it says "Jew??" I really want to check up with you on this before I put this in for certain -SH burns pretty well, but if you mark him he burns upwards, the fire takes him by the nose first.
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
but your Puritan Eugenius will burn blew, blew, Is this supposed to be blue? -SH
like a white-bread sop You may want to check this word too -SH in aqua vitae.
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
to lose the fellowship / of angels, lose the harmony of blessings / which e> Something unintelligible here on the manuscript? -SH
all martyrs with eternity.
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
xx.
hast thou constant stood / in a bad cause? clap a new
armour on / and fight May also be "sight" according to script, you may want to check -SH now in a good
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
Act: 5. song)
Fly darkness fly in spite of causes / truth can thrust her arms through caves / no
tyrant shall confine / a white souls [that] 's divine / and does more brightly shine than
moon or sun / she lasts when they are done.
By Angel 1,
in The Martyred Souldier (5),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
x another song.
go fools, and let [your
fears glow as your sings and cares / the good howe're trod under / laureled safe
in thunder / though locked up in a den / one angel frees you from an host of men.
By Angel 1,
in The Martyred Souldier (5),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
Victoria. by all those chaste fires kindled in our bosoms / through which e> pure love shined
on our marriage night; / nay with a holier conjuration / by all those thorns and briars
which e> thy soft feet / tread boldly on to find a path to heaven / I beg of thee even
on my knee I beg that thou wouldst love this King, take him by the hand / warm his
in thine and hang about his neck and seal ten thousand kisses on his cheek / so he
will tread his flase gods under foot
By Bellizarius,
in The Martyred Souldier (5),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
xx the angels song.
come, o come, o come away / a choir of angels for thee stay / a rome where diamonds borrow light / open stand for thee this night/
night; no, no, here is ever day / come, o come, o come away.
By Angel 2,
in The Martyred Souldier (5),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
why should the world lose such a pair of suns as shine out from thine eyes?/ why art thou cruel to make away thy self, and murder me? Since whirlwinds cannot shake thee / thou salt live and I'll fan gentle /
gales upon thy face: fetch me a day-bed / rob the earths perfumes of all / the ravishing sweets to feast her fence / pillows of roses shall bear up her head / oh
would a thousand springs might grow in one / to weave a flowry mantle o'er her
limbs / as she lies down.
By King,
in The Martyred Souldier (5),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
xx
Enchant our ears with music / would I had skill
to called the winged musicians of the air into these rooms / they all should play
to thee / till golden slumbers dances upon thy brows / wathcing to close thine
eyelids
By King,
in The Martyred Souldier (5),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
xx
tis a voice from above / tells you: for the peoples tongues /
when they pronounce good things are tied to chains of twenty thousand links; which e> chains
are held / by one supernal hand and cannot speak / but what that hand will suffer: I have
then / the people on my side I have the soldiers I have that army which your rash young King had bent against the Christians, they now are mine / I am the center
and they all are lines / meeting in me; if therefore these strong sinews / the soldier
and the virtue / to lift me into the throne, I'll leap into it.
By Hubert,
in The Martyred Souldier (5),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
I may claime the crowne by conquest; feilds I have it then as well by voice as
sword / for should you hold it back it would be mine / I claim it then by conquest
fields are won / by yielding as by strokes; yet noble Vandals / I will lay
by the conquest and acknowledge / that your hands and your hearts the pinnacles
are / on which e> my greatness mounts unto this height / And now in sight of you and heaven I swear by those new sacred fires kindled within me and tis not your hope
of gold my brow desires / a thronging court to me is but a cell / these
popular acclamations which e> thus dance / in the air should pass by me as whistling winds / playing with leaves of trees; I'm not ambitious / of titles glorious and majestical
By Hubert,
in The Martyred Souldier (5),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113v
The court. Confine such beauty to to a country house /
live among hinds and thick- skinned fellows that make faces and
will hope a furlong back / to find the t'other leg they threw away /
to show their reverence with things that squat / when they
should make a curtsy.
By Octavio,
in The Royal Master (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113v
We can tell the world / how envious diamonds cause they could not /
reach to the luster of your eyes dissolved / to angry tears the roses
droop and gathering / their leaves together seem to chide their
blushes / that they must yield your cheek the victory / the lillies
when they are censured for comparing / with your more clear
and native purity / want white to do their penance in.
By Octavio,
in The Royal Master (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113v
A. B. A.
in this you most / appear a stranger she is the glory / of
Nables for her person and her virtues / that dwells in this
obscure place like the shrine / of some great Saint to which e> devotion / from several parts brings daily men like pilgrims
By Montalto,
in The Royal Master (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113v
Why that blush / the words are not immodest there did want / no
blood upon your cheek to make it lovely / or does it flow in silence
to express / that which e> your virgin language would not be / so soon
held guilty of, consent.
By King,
in The Royal Master (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 114r
There's nothing good or great you have not / freely possessed
me with; your favours would, / so mighty have they fallen upon me,
rather / express a storm; and I had sunk beneath / the welcome violence; had not your love / from when they flowed enabled me to strength / and manly bearing.
By Montalto,
in The Royal Master (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 114r
Lets number out the hours by blisses / and count the minutes by
our kisses / let the heavens new motions feel / and by our embra
ces wheel / and whilst we try the way / by which love doth
convey / soul into soul / and mingling so / makes them such
raptures know / as makes them entranced lie / in mutual
ecstasy / let the harmonious spheres in music roll
By ,
in not in source (4.5_sigH2),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 114r
Here I sit like to a needle betweem two lodestones / paying a trembling reverence to both / no full allegiance unto either / oh
ye individed moieties of my soul / tear not my heart with
your attractive virtues / thus by piecemeals, divide it
gently / ye both are victors of my better part already / my
body is not worth your quarrel.
By Charastus, King of Lelybaeus,
in Love In its Ecstasy: Or, the large Prerogative (4.1_sig[Ev]),
William Peaps
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 114r
Weep'st thou, Constantina? I'll plough the earth / and sow those precious seeds we'll
have / a crop of pearl more glorious than the oriental / Venus shall have a
necklace of these gems / Dianas virgin zone these beads shall beautify / the
other dieties shall labor in our harvest / and think one seed a pay too prodigal /
weep sweet no more I prithee weep no more / lest I be forced to sow my tares among that heavenly grain
By Fidelio,
in Love In its Ecstasy: Or, the large Prerogative (5.1_sigF3-[F3v]),
William Peaps
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 114r
that new star which the astronomers of late / observed in Casseiopeia was but thy harbinger / sent to prepare that room to entertain thy excellence / there thou must sit queen regent of the constella tions
Oh be my zenith ever / lend me thy influence to direct my actions.
By Fidelio,
in Love In its Ecstasy: Or, the large Prerogative (5.2_sigG),
William Peaps
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 114r