20.
ye foole is ye very justice of peace in the play, and can commit whome hee will and
what hee will, errour absurdity, as ye toy takes him, I and noe man say
blacke 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
33
Lady I have my desire, to beehold
yt youth and shape, wth in my dreames and wakes
I have soe oft ↄtemplate, and felt
warme in my veines, and native as my blood. / a barbers shop ye house of fame.
By Pecunia,
in The Staple of News (2.5.50-53),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 69
43
your meat should bee servd in wth curious dances,
and set upon ye boord wth virgin hands,
tund to their voices; not a dish remoovd,
but to ye musicke, not a drop of wine,
mixt, wth his water, wth out harmony.
By Cymbal,
in The Staple of News (3.2.230-234),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 69
some hee dry- dishes, some mossesmoates round wth brothes
mounts marrow-bones, cuts fifty angled custards,
reares bulwarke pies, and for his outer- workes
he raiseth ramparts of immortall crust;
and teacheth all the tacticks in one dinner:
what ranks, what files, to put his dishes in;
ye whole art military. then hee knowes
ye influence of ye stars upon his meates
hee has nature in a pot, bove all ye chymists
he is an architect an ingineer
a souldier, a phisitian, a philosopher,
a gerall mathematician.
By Lickfinger,
in The Staple of News (4.2.23-37),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 69v
59.
and your Mr Courtier wth all your fly-blowne projects,
and lookes out of ye politicks, your shut faces,
and reservud questions and answers that you game with as
ist a cleare buisinesse? will it mannage well?
my name must not bee used else. here, t’will dash,
your buisiness hath received a taint, give off,
I may not prostitute my selfe. tut, tut
yt little dust i can blow of at pleasur's.
heres noe such mountaine, yet, ithe whole worke
but a light purse may level. I will tyde
this affaire / for you; give it freight and passage.
and such mint-phrase; as tis ye worst of canting,
by how much affects ye 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
an old reverende smocke. an old woman. and hee yt maryes such a one doth bind himselfe to a dead carcasse thou must come unto them as thou to must unto a tombe wth a torch or three handfull of linke steaming hot, and soe thou maist hap to make them feele thee marry an old thing?
By Quarlous,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.3.50-63),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
I should rather desire of fate canst thou endure to heare 15 sermons
a weeke for her, and such course and lowde ones, as some of them must bee. i would een desire
of fate yt i might dwell in a drumme, and take my sustenance wth an old broken to= bacco -pipe and a straw. dost thou ever thinke to bring thine eares or stomacke, to ye patience
of a drie grace, as long as ye table-cloth, and droand out til all ye meate on ye board has
forgot, it was yt day in ye kitchin. or to brooke ye noise made in question of predes=tinacō n, by ye good labourers and painefull eaters, assembled together, put to them by ye matron your spouse; who moderates wth a cup of wine ever and anon, and a sentence
out of Knox beetweene? or ye ppetual spitting before and after a sober drawne
exhortacōn of 6 houres, whose better part was ye hum-ha-hum: or to heare praiers
groand out over thy iron chaffs, as if they were charmes to breake’em. and all
this to suffer for the hope of 2 apostle- spoones, and a cup to eat a candle in.
By Quarlous,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.3.65-78),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
country schoolemasters doe nothing wth gentlemens sonns but runn up and downe ye country wth them
to begg pudding and cakebred of their tenants, they teach’em 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
hee will name you all ye signes over, as hee goes, aloud, and where hee spies a parrot,
or monky, there hee is pitchd, wth all ye little long coates about him male and fe= male; noe getting him away! I thought hee would ha’ runn mad o’the blacke
boy in bucklers-bury, yt takes ye scuryscurvy, roguy tobacco there.
By Wasp,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.4.86-90),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
Waspe on his Mr a young silly-country esquire.
hee is such a ravener after fruit / you will not
beeleeve what a coile I hade t’other day, to compound a business betwixt a caterne -
peare woman and him, about snatching!
By Wasp,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.5.92-94),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
Pur.
I would bee sati s fied of you, brother, religiously wise whether a widdow of ye
sanctified assembly may ↄmit ye act of eating ye uncleane beast calld pigg
wth out offence to ye weaker sort.
By Purecraft,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.6.36-38),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 71v
verily it may bee eaten, very excee= ding well eaten, but in ye faire and as a bartholmew pig, it cannot be eaten, for ye
very calling it a bartholmew - pigg, and to eat it soe, is a spice of idolatry, and you
make ye faire, noe better then one of ye high place.
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.6.42-45),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 71v
however now I thinke of it, thou it hath a face of offence
a great face, a foule face, yet yt face may have a vaile put over it, and be shad-
dowed as it were, it may bee eaten and in ye fayre I take it, in a booth ye tents
of ye wicked: ye place is not much not very much wee may bee religious in midst
of ye ꝑphane, soe it bee 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
a leane wench hath a bony rumpe sticking out like ye ace of spades, or
ye point of a partizan, and will soe grate him wth their hips and shoulders they
were as good lye wth an hurdle.
By Ursula,
in Bartholomew Fair (2.5.80-82),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 72r
48.
ye puritan saies long haire is a banner of pride and bottle ale is the is ye diet drinke of Sathan, devised to putt us up, and tobacco to keepe us in mist and errour
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (3.6.22-26),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 72r
peace wth thy apocryphal wares, thou ꝑfane publican. thy bells, thy dragons
and thy tobies doggs. thy hobby horse is a very Idoll and thou ye Nebuchadnezzar
of ye faire yt sets it up for children to fall downe and worship.
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (3.6.23-26),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 72r
Theres nothing yt 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
Sr I must owe ye title of a traitor to your high favours; envy first conspired and malice
now accusez, but what story mentioned his name yt had his princes bosome wth out ye peoples
hate, tis sinne enough in some men to be great, ye throng of starrs ye rout and com=
mon people of ye skie move still another way then ye sunne does
By Lorenzo,
in The Traitor (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Looke heedfully about mee, and thou maist | discover through some cranny of my flesh | a fire
wth in, my soule is but one flame | extended to all parts of this fraile building, | I shall to ashes I
beegin to shrinke | is not allready my complexion alterd, | does not my face looke parched
and my skin gather | into a heape? my breath is hot enough | to thaw ye Alpes.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Me-thinks I could turne poet | and make her a more excellent peece then heaven. | let not fond
men hereafter commend what | they most admire by fetching from ye starrs | or flowers their
glory of similitude; | but from thy selfe ye rule to know all beauty, | and hee yt shall arrive
at soe much boldnesse, | to say his Mrs eyes, or voice, or breath, | are half soe bright, soe cleare
so sweet as thine, | hath told ye world enough of miracle.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
The duke shall single you from ye faire troope, lay seige to these soft lipps, and not remoove
till hee hath suckt thy heart, | wch soone dissolv'd wth thy sweet breath, shal bee | made part of
his, at ye same instant, he ↄveying a new soule into thy breast, | wth a creating kisse.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Come, my words doe please, the rolling of your Eye | betraies you, and I see a guilty blush | through
this white veile upon your cheeke; you would have it ↄfirmed it shall, Ile swear I love you
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Hees not in ye common list of freinds, | and hee does love thee past imagination; | next his religion
hee has placd ye thought | of Oriana, hee sleepes nothing else | and I shall wake him into heaven, to
say | thou hast ↄsented to bee his.
By Cosmo,
in The Traitor (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
thou hast a quarrell / and a just one wth thy starrs, yt did not make thee / a princesse
Amidea, yet th'art greater / and borne to justifie unto these times / a Queene of love, Venus was but thy figure, | and all her graces prophesies 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 wth a cloud / of sighs breathd from my
heart / wch by ye oblation would increase his stocke, to make my pay eternall.
By Duke,
in The Traitor (3.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
a kisse
A man halfe dead wth famine would wish here / to feed on smiles, of wch the least hath
power /
to call an anchorite from his praiers, tempt saints / to wish their bodies on. /
By Duke,
in The Traitor (3.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
ye Phoenix wth her wings, when shee is dying / can fanne her ashes into another life;
When thy breath more sweet then all ye spice / yt helpes ye others funerall returnes to
heaven, ye world must bee eternall looser ./
By Duke,
in The Traitor (3.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
Wisemen secure their fates, and execute / invisibly, like yt most subttle flame / yt burnes
ye heart, yet leaves noe part or t o uch / Upon ye skinne 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 doe you service wth a leading voice in ye country, ye kennel will
cry a my side if it come to election, you or your freind shall carry it against the com= monweale.
By Depazzi,
in The Traitor (4.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
Though I have / noe weapon, I will looke thee dead, or breath / a dampe shall stifle thee, yt
I could vomit / consuming flames, or stones like, Aetna, make / ye earth wth motion of my feet
shrinke lower, / and take thee in alive, oh yt my voice / could call a serpent from cor= rupted 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
Those melancholy chambers ye graves, hung round about wth skulls and dead- mans bones.
Ere Amidea have told all her tears / upon thy marble, or ye epitaph / beelie thy soule, by saying
it is fled / to heaven: thys sister shall bee ravishd, mauger thy dust and hyraldry.
By Lorenzo,
in The Traitor (4.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r
This white hand; yt hath soe often / wth admiration trembled on ye lute, / till wee have
praied thee leave ye strings awhile, / and laied our eares close to thy ivory fingers, / suspecting all ye
harmony proceeded / from their owne motion / wth out ye neade / of any dull or passive instrumts
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 / retaine too many, too many
crimson spots already / make not thy selfe, 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 ye epistle
A great part of ye grace of this ( I confesse ) lay in ye action; yet can noe action ever bee
gracious, where ye decency of language, and ingenious structure of ye scene, arrive
not to make up a part harmony.
By Epistle,
in The Devil's Law Case (ToTheReader),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r
With what a compeld face a woman sits / While shee is drawing! I have noted divers / either
to faine smiles, or sucke in ye lips / to have a little mouth; ruffle ye cheekes / to have ye
dimple seene ,and soe disorder ye face wth affectat on, at ye nex sitting / it has not been ye 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 drawne to ye life, I would have a painter steale
it, at such a time, I were devoutly kneeling at my praiers, there is then a heaven
ly beautie in't, ye soule mooves in ye 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 moone-eyed, are you in love wth title? / I will have a herauld,
whose continuall practise / is all in pedigree, come awooing to you, oran 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 yt dwel neere these graves and vaults / wch oft doe hide physitians faults / note what
a smal roome does suffice / to expresse mens good. their vanities / would fill more
volume in smal hand / than all ye 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 looke ye last
acte bee ye best i'th play, / and then rest gentle bones, yet pray / yt when by ye
precye you are viewed, / a supersede as bee not sued, to remove you to a place
more ayrie /
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
hee should linger of it nine yeares, and nere complaine, but in ye spring and fall,
and for ye cause imputed to ye desease natural.
By Romelio,
in The Devil's Law Case (3.2.8-11),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 75r
+
ye court is or should bee a bright Christal mirrour to ye world, to dresse it selfe; but
I must tel you, could ye excellency of ye place have wrought salvation, ye devil had nere falne from heaven
By Romelio,
in The Devil's Law Case (3.3.11-15),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 75r
+
a pettifogging subsumner, who is good for nought, / unless 't be to fill ye office full of
fleas, / or a winter itch wears yt spatious inkehorne / all ye vacation unless onely
to cure tetters, / and his penknife to weed cornes from from the splay toes / of the right
worshipfull of ye office.
By Ariosto,
in The Devil's Law Case (4.1.49-54),
John Webster
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 75v
I care not a beanestalke for [the] best what lacke you of you all, noe not [the] next day after Simon and Jude; when you goe a feasting to Westminster [with] your gallifoist and your potgunns, to [the] very terror of [the] paper-whales, whan you land in sholes, and make [the] understanders in cheapeside, wonder to see shipes swimme 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 ye kings liege people fall downe and worship ye devil and
St Dunstan, when your whifflers are hangd in chaines, and hercules club spits fire
about ye pageants, though ye poore children catch cold, yt shew like painted cloth,
and are / onely kept alive wth sugar- plumms:
By Clod,
in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r
thou, yt wert begot upon an hay=mow, bred in thy fathers stable,
and outdungd his cattel; yt at one ofand twenty, wert onely able to write a sheepes -
marke in tarre, and read thy owne capitall letter, like a gallous upon a cowes
buttocke; you yt allowe noe Scripture canonical, but an Almanacke.
By Gettings,
in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r
Thus lookt [the] moone, when [with] her virgin fires / Shee went in progresse to [the] mountaine Latmos, / to visit her Endimion, yet I injure your beauty, to compare it to her orbe / of silver light [the] sunne from [which] shee borrowes / [that] makes her by [the] nightly lampe of heaven, / hath in his stocke of beames not halfe your lustre, / Enrich [the] Earth still [with] your sacred presences / Upon each object throw a glorious starre, / created by your light, [that] when [the] learned / Astronomers comes forth to examine heaven, / hee may find 2, and bee himself devided, / [which] hee should first contemplate.
By Courtier,
in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r
ib:
but it is onely to doe ye comoedians justice, among whome some are held comparable
with ye best yt are or have binn, and ye most of them deserving a name.
in ye 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 seald, this shee should know/
Better then ye impression, wch I made, wth ye rude signet, tis ye same shee left / upon my
lip, when I departed from her, / and I have kept it warme still wth my breath / yt in my
praiers hath mentiond her.
By Foscari,
in The Grateful Servant (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76v
Let noe wom ea n worke upon thy frailty wth their smooth language; trust not ye
innocence of thy soule too farre, for though their bosomes carry whitness, thinke
it is not snow. they dwell in a hot climate, ye court, where men are but deceitfull
shadowes, ye women, walking flames.
By Foscari,
in The Grateful Servant (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76v
Mee thinks I talke like a ꝑemptory statesman already, I shall quickly learne to
forget my selfe and my freinds when I am in great office; I will oppresse ye
subiect, flatter ye prince; take bribes a both sides, doe right to neigher,
serve heaven as farr as heavenmy ꝑfit will give me leave, and tremble onely
at ye summons of a parliament.
By Jacomo,
in The Grateful Servant (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76v
ye sunns loved flower, yt shuts his yellow curtaine, / when hee declineth, opens
it againe / At his fair rising; wth my parting lord, / I closed all my delights, till
his approach, / it shall not spread it self.
By Cleona,
in The Grateful Servant (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 77r
good tutor your morall exhortations are fruitless; I shall never eat garlike
wth Diogenes in a tub, and speculate ye stares wth out a shirt; prithee enjoy thy
religion, and live at last most philosophically lousie.
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, ye raven, and ye night birds sing / more soft;
nothing in nature to wch feare / hath made us suꝑstitious, but speakes gently /
compared wth thee, discharge thy fatall burden, and quickly tell ye total of my sorrow.
By Cleona,
in The Grateful Servant (3.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 77r
Is hee a witt? / Then how many raptures does hee talke a day? is hee transported
wth poeticke rage? / When was he stiled Imperial Witt? Who are / ye prince Electors in his
monarchy? / Can he like Celtike Hercules, wth chaines / of his divine tongue draw ye
gallant tribe / through every street, whilst ye grave senator / points at him as he walks
in triumph, and /doth wish wth halfe his wealth hee might bee young, / to spend it all
in sacke, to heare him talke / eternall sonnets to his Mrs? 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 soe much sweetness in them, such a troope / of graces waiting on her words and actions,/ I am divided; / and like ye trembling needle of a dyall, / my hearts afraied to fixe, in such a plenty / I have noe starre to saile 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 out
off to the eye, and have no excellency/
but in their distance; but these two, farre of /shall tempt thee to just wonder, and drawne
neere / can satisfie thy narrowest curiosity: / ye stocke of a woman hath not two more left to
rivall 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 seene the woodbine / that hony-dropping tree, and ye loved bryer, / Embrace
wth their chast boughs, twisting themselves, / and weaving a greene net to catch ye birds /
till it doe seeme one body, while ye flowers / wantonly runne to meet and kisse 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 / wth one yt mournes a virgin and a widow, who now dispairing of yr love
to shew how willing shee's to die, doth every houre dystill / part of her soule in teares.
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 ye daies of understanding, / now satisfied wth out a figge, wch e>
since / they cannot, wth their honour call for, after / ye play, they looke to have't servd up ith
middle: your dance is ye best language in some comoedies; / a scene / expressd wth life
of art, and squared to nature, / as dul and flegmatike poetry.
By Caperwit,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (4.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79v
Wee are fooles indeed we are / to dote soe much upon them, and betray / ye glory
of our creac̄on, to serve / a female pride: wee were borne free, and had /
from ye great maker roiall priveledge / most brave immunities: but since have
made / forfeit of o charter.
By Gerard,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (5.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79v
Informers are ye common shore of a citty, nothing falls amisse unto them: they
can eate men alive and digest them, they have their conscience in a string and
can stifle it at their pleasure, ye devil's iourny-men, set up for themselves,
and keepe a damnation house of their owne. they
are F agents for ye devil in their life time; and if they die, have this priviledge
to bee sonns of hell by adoption, and take place of seriants.
By Gasparo,
in The Maid of Honour (1.1),
Philip Massinger
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80r
Hee 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 wth all ye charmes of love upon his eye; / and not rough drawn but polishd.
By ,
in not in source (2.2),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80r
There is a methode, when yr passion's young / to keep it in obedience, you love Rufaldo / art
thou not young? how will ye rose agree / wth a dead hyacinth? or ye hony woodbine, circling
a withered bryar? you can apply, can you submit yt body / to bed wth ice and snow, yr
blood to mingle? / would you bee deaf'd wth coughing, teach yr eye / How to bee rumaticke?
breaths he not out / his body is diseases, and like dust / falling all into peeces, as of
nature / would make him his owne 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.
ↄncerning
yt as was spoken just now)
I will outlabour Joveborne Hercules, / and in a greater fury ransacke hell: / teare from ye
sisters their ↄtorted curles, / and wracke ye destinies on Ixions wheele: / braine Proserpine wth
Sisiphs rowling stone / and in a brazen caldron choakd wth leade / boyle Minos, Eacus, and
Radamant / make ye infernall three-chapt band-dog roare. cram Tantalus wth apples, lash
ye fiends / wth whips of snakes and poison'd scorpions: / snatch chain'd Prometheus from ye Vultures
may, / and feed him wth her liver, make old Charon / waft backe again ye soules, or buffet
him / wth his owne Oares 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 a goddesse, yt to amaze ye earth / wth thy celestiall presence hath put on / ye habit of a
mortall, gods sometimes / would visit country "country" has the weird c thing here. -SH houses, and guild ore / a sublunary habitation / wth the
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 peece of stone sawne oute / by carvers art, soe cold, soe out of soule, / soe
empty of all fire to warme my blood, / Ide lie wth thee, worse then ye frigid zone.
By ,
in not in source (4.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80v
(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
ye blood you carry / doth warme my veines, yet could nature bee / forgetfull, and remoove it
selfe, ye love / I owe yr merit, doth oblige mee to you
By Marwood,
in The Wedding (1.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
Gratiana false? / ye snow shall turne a sala=
mander first, / and dwell in fire; ye aire retreat, and leave / an emptiness in nature:
angels bee / corrupt, and brib'd by mortalls 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 vitious? lost to honour? at ye instant / when I expected
all my harvest ripe. / ye golden summer tempting mee to reape / ye well growne eares, comes
an impetuous storme / destroyes an ages hope in a short minute. / and let's mee live ye copy of 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 wth horror: it infects / ye very aire, I
see it like a mist / dwell round about; yt I could uncreate / my selfe, or bee forgotten
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (1.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
Were thou defencd wth circular fire, more / subtil than ye lightning, yt I knew would ravish /
my heart and marrow from mee: yet I should fly to through revenge thy calumny.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
let me study, Ile count all my sinns beefore you, never did / penitent in ↄfession strip ye soule / more naked; Ile unclaspe my booke of ↄscience; / you shall read ore
my heart, and if you find / in yt great volume but one single thought / yt ↄcernd
you, and did not Ndend wth some / good praier for you; oh bee just and kill mee.
By Gratiana,
in The Wedding (2.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
In this weeping posture does shee not present / a water-nimph placd in ye midst of some /
faire garden, like a fountaine to dispense / her chrystall streames upon ye flowers?
wch e> cannot / but soe refresht, looke up, and seeme to smile / upon ye eyes that feed'em.
By Landby,
in The Wedding (3.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
yr fat men, put them to anyaction, and see if they doe not smoake it; one hot service
makes them rost, and they have enough in 'em to bast an hundred. you may take
a leane man, marry yr selfe to famine, and beg for a greatbelly. a fat man has ye priviledge to long for any thing an may have it under pretence of a great belly.
By Lodam,
in The Wedding (3.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
I have seene a dogge looke like him, yt has drawne a wicker-bottle, ratling about
ye streets, and leering on both sides where to get a quiet corner to bite his tale of.
By Landby,
in The Wedding (4.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
There'sa period in nature, ist not / better to dye; and not bee sicke, worne in / our
bodies, wch e> in imitation of ghosts, grow leane, as if they would at last / bee
immateriall too; [our] blood turne jelly, / and freeze in their cold channell.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (4.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
She's gone for ever; / and can ye earth still dwell a quiet neighbour / to ye rough sea,
and not it selfe bee thawd into a river? let it melt to waves / from henceforth, yt beeside ye
inhabitants, / ye very genius of ye world may drowne, / and not accuse mee for her.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (4.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82r
I would kisse her cold face into life agen; /
renew her breath wth mine, on her pale lipe; / I doe not thinke but if some artery /
of mine were opened, and ye crimson flood / conuaid into her veines, it would agree; / and wth
a gentle gliding, steale it selfe / into her heart, enlifne her dead faculties, and wth a flattery
tice her soule agen / to dwell in her faire tenement.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (4.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82r
I will soe talke of thee among ye blest, yt they shall bee in love wth thee
and descend / in holy shapes, to woe thee to come thither / and bee of their society; doe not
veile they beauty / wth such a shoure, keepe this soft raine / to water some more lost and
barren garden. / lest you destroy ye spring wch e> nature made / to bee a wonder in thy cheeke.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (5.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82r
All graces speake in my girle: each syllable doth carry / a volume of thy goodnesse, know my
girle / yt place wherein I locke soe rich a jewell, / I doe pronounce againe shall bee thy
paradice: / thy paradice my Eugenia saving yt / in this man onely finds noe being.
By ,
in not in source (1.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82r
Admit there bee a lady whome a prince / might court for her affection; of a beauty /
great as her vertue, adde unto them birth / equall to both, and all t3 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
A physitian yt hass gonn o' th' ticket wth some midwife, or old woman / for his whole
stocke of physicke: one whose onely skill / is to sow teeth i'th' gumms of some state madam
wch e> shee coughs out agen, when soe much phlegme / as would not strangle a poore flea,
provokes her, / ꝑclames himselfe a rectifier of nature, / - getteth more by keeping /
mouths in their quarterly reparations, / then knowing know men by all their art and paines
i'th' cure of ye whole body
By Bonamico,
in Bird in a Cage (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
Does not this jewell sparkle most divinely, signior; a rowes of these stuck in a
ladies forehead, / would make a Persian stagger in his faith / and give more ado=ration
to this light / then to ye sunne beame
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
When you see mee next, avoide mee, as you woud doe yr poore kindred when they
come to court. get you home, say yr praiers, and wonder yt you came of [without]
beating; for 'tis one of his 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, yt comes in for fees and corruption;
and flourish wth her sword like a fencer, to make more roome for causes in the roome
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 yt child whose father goes to ye 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
Stay and let mee circles in mine armes / all happiness at once, I have not soule / enough
to apprehend my joy, it spreads / too mighty for mee: know excellent Eugenia I am ye prince
of Flowrence, yt owe heaven / more for thy vertues then his owne creation. / I was borne wth
guilt enough to cancell, / my first purity, but soe chast a love / as thine, will soe refine
my second beeing / when holy marriage frames us in one peece, Angells will envie mee.
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (4.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
xx
yr foole is fine, hee's merry, / and of all men doth feare least / at every word
hee jests wth 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 hee is free of, and fooles it wth out
blushing / at maskes, and plaies, is not ye bayes, thurst out, to let ye plush in
By Morello,
in Bird in a Cage (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
a deed shall drowne all story, and posterity sh admire it more then a sybills leafe, and loose
it selfe in wonder of ye actions; poets shall / wth this make proud their / Muses, and apparel
it in ravishing numbers, wch e> ye soft haird virgins shall chant in full quire at Hymens feasts. ***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
Blest Eugenia, / to whose memory my heart does dedicate / it selfe an altar, in whose very mention
my lips are hallowed, and ye place, a temple, / whence ye divine sound came, it is a voice /
wch e> should [our] holy church then use, it might / wth out addition of more exorcisme / disenchant
houses, ye sweet Eugenia / when I have named I needs must love my breath ye 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 binne gently invited forth / now wth a horrid circumstance
death shal / make thy soule tremble, and forsaking all / ye noble parts it shall retire into /
some angle of thy body, and bee afraid / to informe thy eyes, lest they let in a horror / they
would not looke on.
By Duke,
in Bird in a Cage (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
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
Bid my subsiser carry my hackney to ye 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 drinke moderately, and yt done ture him into ye quadrangle.
By Charles,
in The Elder Brother (1.2.88-91),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85v
A gentleman forsooth / yt knowes not what motion is, more then an horse-race? / what ye moone
meanes, but to light him home from Tavernes? / or the ↄfort of ye sunne is, but to weare slasht
clothes in. / and must this peece of ignorance bee popt up, beecause't can kisse ye 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 peece of ignorance in office! / thou yt hast noe more knowledge then thy clerke infuses;/
Thou unreprievable dunce! yt thy formal bandstrings, / thy ring nor pomander can expiate for. / Ile
pose thy worship / in thine owne library an Almanacke.
By Miramont,
in The Elder Brother (2.1.102-109),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 85v
Aske them any thing | out of [the] element of their vnderstanding ,| and they stand gaping like a roasted pig. | doe they know any thing but a tired hackney?| and they cry absurd as [that] harse vnderstand them
By Cowsy,
in The Elder Brother (2.2.16-22),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86r
Beauty cleare and faire ;| where [the] aire | rather like a sfume dwells; | where [the] violet and [the] rose| their blew veines in blush disclose | and come to honour nothing else. | Where to liue neere ,| and planted there,| is to liue and still liue new;| where to gaine a fauours is | more then light, ppetual blisse, | make mee liue by seruing you.|| deare againe barke re- call, | to this light, | A Stronger to himselfe and all: | both [the] wonder and [the] story | shal bee goers, and eke [the] glory | I am your seruant and [your] thrall.
By Charles,
in The Elder Brother (3.5.77-94),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86r
Weele liue together like two wanton vines,| circling or soules and loues in one another; | weele spring together, and weele beare one fruit,| one ioy shall make vs smile, and one greife mourne, | one age goe [with] vs, and one houre of death| shall shut our eyes, and one graue make vs happy.
By Charles,
in The Elder Brother (3.5.171-176),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86r
good night to you, and may [the] dew of sleepe fall gently on you sweet one; noe dreames but chast and cleare attempt [your] fancy, | and breake beetimes, sweet morne, I'm lost my light els.
By Charles,
in The Elder Brother (4.3.101-105),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86r
Temptations will shake thy innocence, | now more then waues [that] clime a worke, [wich] soone | betray
their weakness, and discouer thee, | more cleare and more impregrable.
By Trier,
in Hyde Park (2.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86v
I haue a naturall sympathy [with] faire ones;| as they do I do: theres noe handsome woman| cplaines [that] shee has lost her
maidenhead, | but I wish mine had bin lost [with] it.
By Lord Bonvile,
in Hyde Park (2.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86v
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 euery petty mannor you possess | a Kdome, and [the] blood of many princes | Vnited in your veines
[with] these had you| a person [that] had more attraction | then poesy can furnish loue wthall:
By Julietta,
in Hyde Park (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 87r
When [your] cold blood shall stacue [your] wanton thoughts,| and [your] slow pulse beate like [your] bodies knell, |
When time hath snowed vpon [your] haire .|
By ,
in not in source (5.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 87r
Nere stare, nor put on wonder: for you must / endure mee and you shall. This earth you
tread upon, / (a dowry as you hope wth this faire princess, / whose memory I bow to) was
not left / by my dead father (oh, I had a father to yor inheritance and I up and living./
having my selfe about mee and my sword, / ye soules of all my name, and memories, / these
armes and some few freinds, beside ye the gods, / to part soe calmely wth it and sitt still, /
and say I might have beene. I tell thee Pharamond / when thou are King
look I bee 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
I am loath to brawle wth such a s blast as thou / who art nought but a valiant voice: but if /
thou shalt pvoke mee further: man shall say / thou wert, and not lament it.
By Philaster,
in Philaster (1.2.179-182),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r
your lips are 2 twind cherries died in blushes, / wch those faire sunns above wth their bright
beames / reflect upon and ripen: sweetest beauty, / bow downe those branches, yt ye lon-ging tast, / of the faint looker on, may meete those blessings, / and tast and live.
By Pharamond,
in Philaster (2.2.82-87),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r
xx
Thou peice / made by a painter, and a Pothecary: / thou troubled sea
of lust. thou wilderness, / inhabited by wilde thoughts: thou swolne cloud / of infection.
By King,
in Philaster (2.4.139-143),
Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r
I shooke their battaile soe, / ye feauer never left them till yey Note for LE: on yey, do we just do orig and seg? -SH fell / this is
ye hand first touch'd ye gates, this foot first tooke ye citty / this xtian chmān
snatchd I from ye altar / and fired ye temple- like death I hauocke cried
so long till I / had left noe monuments of life or buildings / but these poore ruines.
By Hubert,
in The Martyred Souldier (1),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
A. B. A.
Oh take heed my ld / it is noe warring ag: heuenly powers / who can
ↄman their ↄquest when they please / they can forbeare ye gyants yt throw
stones / and smile upon their follies but when [they] frowne / their angers
fall downe perpendicular / and strike their weake opposer into noething
By ,
in not in source (1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
After some 3 houres beeing in Carthage, I rush'd into a temple stard
all wth lights / wch e> wth my drawne sword rifling in a roome / hung
full of pictures, drawne so full of sweetnesse / they strucke a reverence
in mee; found I a woman / a lady all in white; ye very candles / tooke
brightnesse from her eyes and those cleare pearles / wch e> in abundance fal-ling on her cheekes / gave them a lovely bravery; at my rough entrance /
shee shriekd and kneel'd and holding up a paire / of ivory fingerd hands
beggd yt I would not / though I did kill, dishonour her, and told mee / shee
would pray for mee: never did xtian / so neare 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-eyd wench / able to entice a man
to leape out of his bed / if hee love hunting had hee as many cornes
on his toes / as there are cuckolds in ye citty.
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
Oh sweet afflicon thou blest booke beeing written / by divine fingers; you chaines
yt bind my body / to free my soule you wheeles yt wind mee up / to an eternity of happinesse, mustre my holy thoughts, and as I / write, organ of heavenly
musicke to mine eares / haven to my shipwracke, balme to my wounds / sunbeames wch e> on mee comfortably shine / when clouds of death are covering mee: so gold as I by thee, by fire is purified; so showres / quicken
ye spring so rough seas / bring mariners home, giving them gaines 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 yt am shut from light
have all ye light / wch e> ye world sees by, here some heavenly / fire
is throwne about ye roome / and burnes so clearely mine eyeballs /
drop out blasted at ye sight.
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
How sweetly shee becomes ye face of woe; / shee teacheth misery to court
her beauty / and to afflicōn lends a lovely looke: happy folkes / would sell
their blessings for her greifes / but to bee sure to meet them thus.
By Hubert,
in The Martyred Souldier (3),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
my honourd father, yt greiued daughter thus / thrice every day to heaven
lifts her poore hand / for yr release / and will grow old in vowes unto
those powers / till they fall on mee loaden wth 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
perpetuall winter here / and all my thoughts are icy May want to check this in manuscript; looks like "scy" but unsure -SH past ye 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 wth ye breath of nunns / not Vestas but her owne
wth roses strow / ye paths yt bring thee to her blessed shrine / cloth all
her altars / have raisd 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 Kgs. word is a statute graven in brasse and if hee
breakes yt law I will in thunder / rouze his cold spit: I long to ride in armour / and
looking round about mee to see noething / but seas and shores, yt seas of xtian bloud /
ye shores tough souldiers, here ye maine Battalia / comes ups wth as much horrour / as if a thickegrowne forrest by inchantment / were made to
move and all ye 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 bulkes in sunder.
By Hubert,
in The Martyred Souldier (4),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
I told you of a pallace walld wth gold Short line skipped here: "Hubert: I do remember it." Should we skip? -SH / ye floore of sparkling diamonds and ye
Can we check this label? It's oddly placed -SH roofe studded wth 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 a
thing within thee / more curious then ye frame of all ye world / more lasting
then ye engine ore our heads / whose wheeles haue moved so many 1000 yeares,
it is thy soule.
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 burnes pretty well, but if you marke him hee burnes upwards, ye fire takes him by ye nose first.
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
This is to loose ye fellowship / of angels, loose ye harmony of blessings / wch e> crowne Something unintelligible here on the manuscript? -SH
all martyrs wth 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 darknesse fly in spight of causes / truth can thrust her armes through caves / noe
tyrant shall confine / a white soules [that] divine / and does more brightly shine then
moone or sun / shee 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.
goe fooles, and let [your
feares glow as yr sings and cares / ye good how-ere trod under / laureld safe
in thunder / though lockd 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 chast fires kindled in our bosomes / through wch e> pure love shind
on our marriage night; / nay wth a holier ↄjuraōn / by all those thornes and briers
wch e> thy soft feet / tread boldly on to find a path to heaven / I beg of thee even
on my knee I beg yt thou wouldst love this K:, take him by ye hand / warme his
in thine and hang about his necke and seale 10000 kisses on his cheeke / so hee
will tread his flase gods under feet
By Bellizarius,
in The Martyred Souldier (5),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
xx ye angels song.
come, o come, o come away / a quire of angels for thee stay / a rome where diamonds borrow light / open stand for thee this night/
night; no, no, heres 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
while should the world loose such a paire of suns as shine out from thine eyes?/ Since whirlewinds cannot shake thee / thou salt live and Ile fanne gentle /
gales upon thy face: fetch me a day-bed / rob ye earths ꝑ of all / ye ravi-shing sweets to feast her fence / pillowes of roses shall beare up her head / oh
would a 1000 springs might grow in one / to weave a flowry mantle ore her
limbes / as shee lies downe.
By King,
in The Martyred Souldier (5),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
xx
Enchant our eares wth musicke / would I had skill
to called ye winged musitiands of ye aire into these roomes / they all should play
to thee / till golden slumbers dances upon thy browes / 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 / tels you: for ye peoples tongues /
when they ꝑnounce good things are tied to chaines of 20000 linkes; wch e> chaines
are held / by one suꝑnal hand and cannot speake / but what yt hand will suffer: I have
then / ye people on my side I have ye souldiers they now are mine / I am ye center
and they all are lines / meeting in mee; if there f: these strong sinewes / ye souldier
and ye vertue / to lift mee into ye throne, Ile leape into it.
By Hubert,
in The Martyred Souldier (5),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
I may claime ye crowne by conquest; feilds I have it then as well by voice as
sword / for should you hold it backe it would bee mine / I claime it then by ōquest
feilds are wonne / by yeelding as by strokes; yet noble Vandals / I will lay
by ye conquest and acknowledge / yt yr hands and yr hearts ye pinacles
are / on wch e> my greatnesse mounts unto this height / And tis not yr hoope
of gold my brow desires / a thronging court to mee is but a cell / these
popular acclamaons wch e> thus dance / i'th aire should passe by mee as whis-tling winds / playing wth leaves of trees; Ime not ambitious / of titles glo-rious and majesticall
By Hubert,
in The Martyred Souldier (5),
Henry Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113v
Tis pitty such beauty should B ōined to to a country house /
live among hindes and thick- skind fellowes yt make faces and
wil hope a furlong back / to find ye t'other leg they threw away /
to shew their reverence wth things yt squat / when they
should make a curtesy.
By Octavio,
in The Royal Master (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113v
tell ye world / how envius diamonds cause they culd not /
reach to ye lustre of yr eyes dissolvd / to angry tears ye roses
droop and gathering / their leaves together seem to chide their
blushes / yt they must yeild yr cheek ye victory / ye lillies
when they are censurd for ōpared / wth yr more cleare
and native purity / want white to doe their pennance 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 / spear a stranger she is ye glory / of
Nables for her person and her vertues / yt dwels in this
obscure place like ye shrine / of some great St to wch e> de / 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 yt blush / ye words are not immodest there did want / no
blud upon yr cheek to make it lovely / or does it flow in silence
to express / yt wch e> yr virgin language wuld not b / so soon
held gilty of, ōsent.
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 possest
mee wth; yr favours wuld, / so mity have they faln upon mee,
rather / expres a storm; and I had sunk beneath / ye welcome violence; had not yr love / from when they flowed enabled mee
By Montalto,
in The Royal Master (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 114r
Lets number out ye houres by blisses / and count ye minutes by
our kisses / let ye heavens new motions feel / and by our embra
ces wheel / and whilst we try ye wa / by wch love doth
convey / soul into soul / and mingling so / makes them such
raptures know / as makes them entrancd lie / in mutual
extasy / let ye harmonius sphears in musicke rowl
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 twixt to loadstones / paying a trem-bling reverence to both / no full allegiance unto neither / oh
yee individed moities of my soul / tear not my hart wth
yor attractive virtues / thus by peecemeals, divide it
gently / ye both are victors of my better part already / my
body is not worth yor 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
Weeps thou, Constantina? Ile plough ye erth / and sow those precius seeds weel
have / a crop of pearl more glorius then ye oriental / Venus shal have a
necklace of these gems / Dianas virgin zone these beads shal beautifie / ye
other dieties shal labor in our harvest / and think one seed a pay too prodigal /
weep no more / lest I b forcd to sow my tares among yt hevenly 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
Shees dead and yt new star wch ye astronomers of late / observed in Cassiopea was but her harbinger / sent to prepare yt room to enter-tain her excellence / there she must sit queen regent of ye constella
Oh b 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