British Library Lansdowne MS 1185 - Results found: 326
Richmond alone
O thou whose captain I account myself Look on my forces with a gracious eye Put in their hands the bruising Irons of Wrath That they may crush down with a heavy fall
The usurping Helmets of our Adversaries Make us thy ministers of thy Chastisement That we may praise thee in thy Victory. To thee I do commend my watchful Soul Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes. Sleeping and waking Oh Defend me still
By Richmond,
in Richard III (TLN3551-3560),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 2v
French King at Angiers
in King John p. 5
For this downtrodden Equity, we tread In warlike march, these greens before your town Being no further Enemy to you Than the constraint of hospitable Zeal In the releif of this oppressed child Religiously provokes.
By King Philip,
in King John (TLN547-552),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 3v
So like a Courtier Contempt
not nor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness, if they were His Equal had awakened them. and his honour Clock to itself knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak and at this time His tongue obeyed his hand: Who were below him He used as Creatures of another place And bowed his imminent top to their low ranks Making them proud of his humility In their poor praise he humbled __
By ,
in not in source (TLN282-291),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 4v
Would I were with him, he would always say (Methinks I hear him now) his plausive words He scatterd not in ears but grafted them To grow there and to bear: Let me not live This his good melancholy of began On the Catastrophe and hell of past time When it was out: Let me not live quoth he After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain &c.
By King,
in All's Well that Ends Well (TLN299-308),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 4v
Of Gold
H.4.p.9
4 x 213 5
How quickly Nature falls into Revolt When Gold becomes her Object For this the foolish over careful fathers Have broke their sleeps with thoughts Their brains with care their bones with Industry For this they have engrossed and piled up The cankered heaps of strange-achieved Gold For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons with Arts and martial Exercises
By King Henry IV,
in Richard II (TLN2596-2604),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 5v
Of Recommending a Knave
– H.4.p.96-
I grant your Worship that he is a Knave Sir: But yet
Heaven forbid Sir but a Knave should have some countenace
at his Friends Request.
An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself when a Knave is not. I have served
your Worship truly Sir 8 eight years
and I cannot
once or twice in a Quarter bear out a Knave against
an Honest Man
I have very little credit with your
Worship. The Knave is mine Honest friend Sir therefore
I beseech
you let him be countenanced
By Davy,
in Henry IV, part 2 (TLN2833-2840),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 6r
/ This is like upon
the same foundation with Bruyere who says that Men
in good full Health and affluent circumstances will laugh at
a dwarf Monkey or a wretched Tale. Men less happy
never laugh but to the pupose-
O it is much that a lie (with a slight Oath) and a
Jest with a sad countenance will do with a fellow that
never had the Ache in his shoulders.
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN2870-2872),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 6r
Of their being Politicians and Newsmongers
Ibidem
31
Hang them: they say They'll sit by the fire and presume to know What's done in the Capitol: Who's like to rise Who thrives and who declines: Side Factions and give out Conjectural marraiges, making parties strong And feebling such as stand not in their Liking Below their cobbled shoes.
By Martius,
in Coriolanus (TLN203-208),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 6r
Of their Mutinies
31
Ibidem
Hang them They said they were an hungry sighed forth Proverbs, That Hunger broke stone Walls, that dogs must eat, That meat was made for mouths, that the Gods sent not Corn for the rich men only -- with these shreds They vented their Complainings
By Martius,
in Coriolanus (TLN218-222),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7r
Of dull Magistrates
Applicable to the Lawyers
37 applicable to the Laywers ---- Ibidem
You wear out a good’ wholesome forenoon in hearing a
cause between an Orange Wife and a faucet-seller and
then adjourn the controversy of threepence to a second
day of Audience.
By Menenius,
in Coriolanus (TLN965-968),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7r
Directions to speak to em the Populace
---- 47. Ibidem
- I prithee now my son Go to em with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretch'd it (here be with them ) Thy knee bussing the stones for in such business Action is Eloquence; and the eyes of the Ignorant More learned than the Ears
By Volumnia,
in Coriolanus (TLN2173-2178),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7r
Of Honour
-- Troylus & ---- p. 16 -- Shakespeare
And not a man for being simple Man Hath any Honour; but honoured by those Honours That are without him: as place riches favour Prizes of Accident as oft as Merit Which when they fall (as being slippery standers) The love that leaned on them as slippery too Doth one pluck down another and together Die in the fall.
By Achilles,
in Troilus and Cressida (TLN1932-1939),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7v
Description of King Johns Expedition into France p. 4 K. John.
With them a Bastard of the King deceasec And all the unsettled Humours of the Land Rash inconsiderate fiery volunteers With ladies faces and fierce Dragons spleens Have sold their fortunes at their native homes Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs To make hazard of new fortunes here In brief a braver choice of dauntless spirits Then now the English bottoms have waft ore Did nearer float upon the swelling Tide, To do offense and scathe in Christendom The interruption of their Churlish drums Cuts off more circumstance they are at hand,
&c
By Chatilllon,
in King John (TLN359-371),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7v
What Cannoneer begot this lusty blood He speaks plain cannon fire and smoke and bounce He gives the bastinado with his tongue Our ears are cudgelled, not a word of his but buffets better than the fist of France: Zounds I was never so bethumped with words
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN777-183),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8r
Of Interest
p. 8
Bastard
And why rail I on this commodity? But for because he hath not wooed me yet: Not that I have the power to clutch my hand, When his fair Angels would salute my Palm But for my hand as unattempted yet Like a poor beggar raileth on the Rich Well whiles I am a beggar I will rail And say there is no Sin but to be Rich: And being rich my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but Beggary:
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN908-917),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8v
Constance to her son Arthur upon the French peace with John
Of Natures gifts thou mayest with Lillies boast, And with the half-blown rose --- But Fortune She is corrupted changed & won from thee She adulterates hourly with thine Uncle John, And with her golden hand hath plucked on France
By Constance,
in King John (TLN974-978),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8v
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side Thou Fortunes Champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety: thou What a fool art
Thou A ramping fool to brag and stamp & swear Upon my party: thou cold blooded slave Hast thou not spoke like Thunder on my side Been sworn my Soldier bidding me depend Upon thy stars, thy fortune and thy Strength
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1044-1052),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 10r
See King Johns complexity in
breaking Arthurs death to Hubert
Come Hither Hubert O my Gentle Hubert We owe thee much within this wall of Flesh There is a Soul counts thee her Creditor And with advantage means to pay thy Love Give me thy hand I had a thing to say But I will fit it with some better tune By heaven Hubert I am almost ashamed To say what good respect I have of thee
By King John,
in King John (TLN1318-1346),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 10r
the concern of a fond mother for her son Constance
for Arthur p. 12 King John
Father Cardinal I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in Heaven If that be true I shall see my boy again For since the birth of Cain, the first male Child To him that did but yesterday suspire There was not such a gracious creature born. But now will Canker sorrow eat my Bud And chase the native beauty from his Cheek And he will look as hollow as a Ghost As dim and meager and as an ague s fit And so he'll die; and rising so again When I shall meet him in the Court of Heaven I shall not know him: therefore never never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more Grief fills the room up of my absent Child. Lies in his bed walks up and down with me Puts on his pretty looks repeats his words Remembers me of all his gracious parts Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1461-1481),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11
A wish for Death by Constance p. 12. +
Death Death o amiable lovely Death Thou odoriferous stench sound rottenness Arise forth from the couch of lasting Night Thou hate and terror to prosperity And I will kiss thy detestable bones And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows And ring these fingers with thy household worms And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust And be a carrion monster like thyself: Come grin on me, and I will think thou smilest And buss thee as thy Wife.
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1408-1418),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11v
No natural exhalation in the sky No Scope of Nature no distempered day No common wind, no customed event, But they will pluck away his natural cause And call them meteors prodigies and signs Abortives Presages and Tongues of Heaven, Plainly denouncing Vengeance upon John.
By Pandulpho,
in King John (TLN1538-1544),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11v
natural speech of a Child – p. 13
Mercy on me Methinks no body should be sad but I Yet I remember when I was in France Young gentlemen would be as sad as night
Only for wantonness: by my Christendom, So I were out of Prison and kept Sheep I should be as merry as the day is long And so I would be here but that I doubt My Uncle practices more harm against me
He is
By Arthur,
in King John (TLN1585-1593),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12r
Have you the heart? When your head did but ache I knit my handkerchief about your brows (The best I had a Princes wrought it me) And I did never ask it you again: And with my hand at Midnight held your head And like the watchful minutes to the hour Still and anon cheered up the heavy time Saying what lack you and where lies your grief
By Arthur,
in King John (TLN1616-1624),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
The Guilt of All Looks
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done! Hads’t not thou been by A fellow by the hand of nature marked Quoted and signed to do a deed of Shame, This murder had not come into my mind But taking note of thy abhorred aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villany Apt liable to be employed in Danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs Death
By King John,
in King John (TLN1944-1952),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
p. 18 against showing fear
Let not the world see fear and sad Distrust Govern the motion of a Kingly eye: Be stirring as the Time be Fire with Fire Threaten the Threatener and outface the brow Of Bragging Horror: So shall inferior eyes That borrow their behaviours from the Great Grow great by your Example and put on The dauntless spirit of Resolution ----
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN2214-2221),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
John poisoned 22
And none of you will bid the winter come To thrust his icy fingers in my maw Nor let my kingdoms Rivers take their courses Through my burned bosom: nor intreat the North To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips And comfort me with Cold
By King John,
in King John (TLN2644-2649),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
of a Merry Men -
--
but a merrier man, Within the Limit of becoming Mirth, I never spent an hours talk withal His eye begets occasion for his Wit For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirthmoving jest, Which his fair Tongue (Conceits Expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious Words That aged ears play Truant at his Tales And younger hearers are quite ravished So sweet and Voluble is his Discourse.
By Rosaline,
in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN559-568),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 14v
Usurer over lending to the men that abased and ridiculed him
Signior Antonio many a time and oft In the Ryalto you have rated me About my moneys and my Usances: Still have I born it with a patient Shrug (For sufferance is the badge of all our Tribe.) You call me misbeliever Cut-throat Dog And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then it now appears you need my Help Go to then; you come to me, and you say Shylock, we would have moneys, you say so. You that did void your Rheum upon my Beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold Moneys is your suit What should I say to you? Should I not say Hath a dog money! is it possible A Cur should lend three thousand ducats? or Shall I bend low, and in a bondmans key With bated breath and whispering humbleness Say this: Fair Sir you spit me on Wednesday last You spurned me such a day; another time You called me Dog: and for these Curtesies I'll lend you thus much moneys__
By ,
in not in source (TLN434-454),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 17r
Advice of An Old Miser to his daughter against seeing Masks.__
Hear you me Jessica Lock up my doors and when you hear the Drum And the vile squealing of the wrynecked Fife Clamber not you up to the Casements then, Nor thrust your head into the public street To gaze on Christian Fools with varnished faces: But stop my houses ears I mean my casements: Let not the sound of shallow Foppery enter My sober house. –
By ,
in not in source (TLN864-872),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 17r
A miser robbed by his Daughter
I never heard a passion so So strange Outrageous and Variable As the dog Jew did utter in the streets My Daughter O My Ducats O my Daughter Fled with a Christian O my Christian Ducats Justice the Law my Ducats and my Daughter A sealed bag, two sealed bags of Ducats Of Double Ducats, stolen from me by my Daughter And Jewels two rich and precious stones Stolen by my Daughter: Justice find the Girl She hath the stones upon her and the Ducats
By ,
in not in source (TLN1067),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 17r
Of Honour & Wit___
O that Estates Degrees and Offices Were not arrived corruptly, and that dear Honour Were purchased by the merit of the Wearer How many then should cover that stand bare How many be commanded that command
By ,
in not in source (TLN41-49),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 17r
Of Joy destroying the faculties of speech to show it
--You have bereft me of all words Only my blood speaks to you in my veins And there is such confusion in my powers As after some Oration fairely
spoke By a beloved Prince there doth appear Among the buzzing pleased Multitude Where every Something being blent together Turns to a Wild of Nothing save of Joy
express'd and not
express'd ___
By Bassanio,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN1522-1530),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 18v
Of a Wifes believing her husbands friend
In Companions That do converse and waste the Time together Whose souls do bear an equal yoke Of love, There must be needs a like proportion Of lineaments of manners and of spirit Which makes me think that this Antonio Being the bosom lover of my Lord Must needs be like my Lord. If it be so How little is the cost I have bestowed In purchasing the semblance of my Soul From out the state of Hellish
misery This comes too near the praising of myself; Therefore no more of it
By Portia,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN1738-1749),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 19
Of Music
Soft Stillness and the Night
Become the touches of Sweet Harmony—
Do but note a wild and wanton herd Or race of youthful and unhandled Colts Fetching mad bounds bellowing and neighing loud Which is the hot Condition of their blood If they but hear perchance a Trumpet sound Or any air of music touch their ears You shall perceive them make a mutual stand Their savage eyes turned to a Modest gaze By the sweet power of music ___
By Lorenzo,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN2484-2492),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 19
Patch grief with Proverbs make misfortune drunk With Candle-Wasters: bring him yet to me And I of him will gather Patience But there is no such man: for Brother Men Can council and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel, but tasting it, Their council turns to Passion which before Would give men (strikethrough) preceptial medicine to rage
By Leonato,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN2096-2103),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 20 r
Of Love in a Soldier
103.
I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye That liked but had a rougher task in hand Than to drive liking to the name of Love: But now I am returned and that War-thought Have left their places vacant: in their rooms Come thronging soft and delicate Desires All prompting me how fair young Hero is
By Claudio,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN289-295),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 21
Of Love
105
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the Office and Affairs of Love Therefore All Hearts in Love use their own Tongue Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no Agent. for beauty is a Witch Against whose Charms, Faith melteth into blood. This is an accident of hourly proof__
By Claudio,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN581-587),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 21
Of a proud woman
p. 110—
Nature never framed a womans Heart Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice Disdain and Scorn ride sparkling in her eye Misprising what they look on, and her Wit Values itself so highly that to her All Matter else seems weak: she cannot love Nor take no shape nor project of Affection She is so self-endeared. –
By Hero,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN1138-1145),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 21v
/ Go and we'll have a posset for it soon at night
in faith at the latter end of a seacoal fire: An honest willing kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal and I warrant you, no tell-tale: his worst fault is that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way: but nobody but has his fault; but let that pass
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN406-412),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 22r
— truth
567890 truth 234
I have another message to your Worship. Mistress Page hath her hearty commendations to you too: and let me tell you in your ear she's as fartuous a civil modest wife and one (I tell you that will not miss you morning nor Evening Prayer, as any is in Windsor who ere be the other: and she bade me tell your worship that her husband is seldom from Home but she hopes there will come a time. I never knew a woman so dote upon a man. Surely I think you have Charms, la: yes in truth
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN861-870),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Truly Master Page is an honest man never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does. do what she will say what she will take all, pay all: go to bed when she list rise when she’ list all is as she will: and truly she deserves it for if there be a kind woman in Windsor she’s one. you must send her your Page and
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN880-885),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Truly Master Page is an honest man never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does. do what she will say what she will take all, pay all: go to bed when she list rise when she’ list all is as she will: and truly she deserves it for if there be a kind woman in Windsor she’s one. you must send her your Page
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN880-885),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
and look you, he may come and go between you both and in any case have a nayword that you may know one anothers mind and
the boy never need to understand a thing for tis not good that children should know any wickedness: old folks you know have discretion as they say and know the world.
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN888-893),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
I have long loved her and I protest to you bestowed much on her: followed her with a doting observance: engrossed opportunities to meet her feed every slight occasion that could but niggardly give me sight of her: not only bought many presents to give her, but have given largely to many to know what she would have given ---
By Ford,
in Merry Wives of Windsor (TLN954-960),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Some say
that though she appear honest to me, yet in other places she enlargeth her mirth so far that there is shrewd construction made of her- Now Sir John
here is the heart of my purpose You are a Gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse of great admittance authentic in your place and person generally allowed for your many warlike courtlike and learned preparations –
By Ford,
in Merry Wives of Windsor (TLN980-987),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
could I come to her with any Detection in my hand. my desires had instance and argument to commend themselves I could drive her then from the ward of her purity, her reputation her marraige vow and a thousand other her Defences which now are too strongly embattled against me. ----
By Ford,
in Merry Wives of Windsor (TLN1001-1005),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
The rogues slighted me into the River with
as little Remorse
as they would have drowned a blind bitch's puppies fifteen i' the mitter and you may know by my size that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking—— if the bottom were as deep as Hell I should down. I had been drowned but that the shore was shelvy and shallow a death that I abhor for the water swells a man and what a thing should I have been when I had been swelled!
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN1688-1696),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
To be stopped in like a strong distillation with stinking
clothes that fretted in their owne greases think of that
a man of my Kidney;
think of that, that am as subject to heat as
butter; a man of continual dissolution, and thaw: it was
a miracle to scape suffocation.
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN1780-1785),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Of Swimming
I saw him beat the Surges under him And ride upon their backs, he trod the Water Whose Enmity he flung aside, and brested The Surge most swollen that met him: his bold head 'Bove the Contentious waves he kept, and oared Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that ore his wav e
d -worn basis bowed As stooping to relieve him---
By ,
in not in source (TLN786-793),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 25v
Of Beauty
—full many a Lady I have eyed with best Regard, and many a Time Th’harmony of their Tongues hath into Bondage Brought my too diligent Ear, for several virtues Have I liked several Women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed And put it to the foil –
By ,
in not in source (TLN1283-129),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 25v
Of Love in a Soldier
Nay, but this dotage of our General
Overflows the measure those his goodly eyes. That ore the files and musters of the War Have glowed like plated Mars, now bend, now turn The Office and Devotion of their View Upon a Tawny Front: And he's become the Bellows and the Fan To cool a gypsy's Lust. —
By Philo,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN4-14),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 26v
His untimely Negligence
—If he filled His vacancy with his Voluptuousness, Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones Call on him for it. But to confound such Time That drums him from his sport and speaks as loud As his own state, as ours, tis to be chid: As we rate Boys, who being mature in knowledge Pawn their Experience to their present pleasure And so rebel to Judgment ---
By Octavious Caesar,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN455-463),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 27
Of Anthony, Military hardiness
Of Anthony, Military hardiness
Hirtius and Pansa
Consuls. At thy heel Did famine follow whom thou fought against ( Though daintily brought up) with patience more Than Savages could suffer. Thou did drink The Stale of Horses, and the gilded Puddle
Which beasts would cough at: thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge; Yea like the stag when snow the Pasture sheets which beasts would cough at -- yon the Alpes The bark of trees thou browsed -- It is reported thou did eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on:
And all this It wounds thine honour that I speak it now-- Was born so like a soldier, that thy Cheek So much as lanked not.
By Octavious Caesar,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN494-507),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 28
a fine construction of Anthonys humour—
--O well-divided disposition Note him Note him good Charmian tis the Man: but Note him He was not sad; for he would shine on those That make their looks by his. He was not merry, Which seemed to tell them his remembrance lay In Egypt with his Joy, but between both. Oh heavenly Mingle! Be'est thou Sad or Merry. The Violence of either Thee becomes, So does it no man else. -----
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN584-592),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 28
Of Love & Luxury
– all the Charms of Love Salt Cleopatra soften thy waned Lip Let witchcraft join with beauty, Lust with both tie up the Libertine in a field of feasts Keep
his brain fuming: Epicurean Cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his Appetite That sleep and, feeding may prorogue his humour Even till a
Lethe'd Dulness—
By Pompey,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN640-647),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 29
a fine excuse condescension
Sir He fell upon me ere admitted then Three kings I had newly feasted and did want Of what I was in the morning: but next day I told him of my self, was as much As to have asked him pardon: Let this Fellow Be nothing of our Strife, if we contend Out of our question wipe him---
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN766-772),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 29
Too great as too hasty military merit in the absence of the General --
More in their Officer than person. Sossius One of my Place in Syria his Lieutenant For quick accumulation of Renown Which he achieve by the minute lost his favour Who does in the wars more than his Captain can Becomes his Captains Captain: and Ambition (The Soldiers virtue ) rather makes choice of loss Than gain darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good But it would offend him: and in his Offence Should my performance perish ---
By Ventidius,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN1514-1524),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Anthonys Shame and generosity after the battle
I have fled myself, and have instructed Cowards To run and shew their shoulders. friends be gone
I have myself resolved upon a course Which has no need of you; be gone: My treasure's in the harbor, take it:
O I followed that I blush to look upon –
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2031-2036),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Upon Anthony talkin challenging Caesar to single combat--
Yes like enough. high battled Caesar will Unstate his happiness and bee staged to the show Against a sworder: I see mens Judgments are A Parcel of their fortunes, and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them To suffer all alike that he should dream Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will Answer his Emptiness: Caesar thou hast subdued His Judgment too ---
By Domitius Enobarbus,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2185-2193),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Anthony resolving again to fight--
I will be treble sinewed hearted breathed And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for Jests: but now I'll set my Teeth And send to darkness all that stop me. Come Lets have one other gawdy night: Call to me All my sad captains, fill our bowls once more Lets mark the midnight Bell.
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2362-2369),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Sharpee Generosity of Anthony’s
Force of Ill Fortunes
Go Eros send his Treasure after, do it Detain no Jot I charge Thee, write to him (I will subscribe) gentle adieus and greetings Say that I wish he never find more cause To change a Master. Oh my fortunes have Corrupted honest men
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2569-2574),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 33
Antony Dying
The miserable Change now at my End Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts In feeding them with thou my former fortunes Wherein I lived. The greatest Prince of the World The Noblest: and do now not barely die Nor cowardly put off my Helmet to My
countryman —A Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquished. Now my spirit is going. I can no more –
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN3062-3070),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34v
Cleopatra resolving not to be led in Triumph
This mortal house I'll ruin Do Caesar what he can. Know Sir that I Will not wait pinioned at your Masters Court Nor once be chastised with the sober eye Of Dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up And show me to the shouting varletry Of Censuring Rome –
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN3260-3266),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34v
Now Iras, what thinkst Thou
— mechanic slaves With greasy Aprons Rules and Hammers shall Uplift us to the View. In their thick breaths Rank of gross diet shall we be enclouded And forced to drink their Vapour
By ,
in not in source (TLN3451-3455),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34v
Nay tis most certain Iras: saucy lictors Will catch at us like Strumpets, and scald rhymers Ballad us out of Tune. The quick Comedians Extemporally will stage us: and present Our Alexandrian Revels:
Antony Shall be brought drunken forth and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy: My Greatness In the Posture of a Whore ---
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN3457-3464),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34v
Speech of the clown or fool of the Play
Wit an’t be thy will put me in good fooling those wits that think they have thee do very often prove fools and I that am sure I lack thee may pass for a wise man—
for what says Quinapalus Better a witty fool than a foolish Wit—
By Clown,
in Twelfth Night (TLN328-330),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 36
a Zesty old fellow of a speech of a Fool
I marvel your Ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal. I saw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a stone— look you now he is out of his guard already: unless you laugh and minister occasion to him he is gagged –I protest I take these wise men that crow so at these set kind of fools no better than the fools Zanies
By Malvolio,
in Twelfth Night (TLN375-380),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 36
Of Instructions to a Coward to seem brave
Write
it in a martial hand be cursed and brief
it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: – taunt him with the license of ink. If thou thou’st him some thrice it shall not be amiss, and as many lies as
will lie in thy sheet of paper.—
although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set them down: go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy Ink –
By Sir Toby Belch,
in Twelfth Night (TLN1423-1428),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38