British Library Lansdowne MS 1185 - Results found: 326
Richmond alone
O thou whose captain I account my self Look on my forces with a gracious eye Put in their hands the bruising Irons of Wrath That they may crush down with a heavie fall Th’Usurping Helmets of our Adversarys Make us thye ministers of thy Chastisement That we may praise thee in thy Victory. To thee I do commend my watchful Soul Ere I let fall y
e windows of mine eyes. Sleeping and waking Oh Defend me still
By Richmond,
in Richard III (TLN3551-3560),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 2v
French King at Angiers
in King John p. 5
For this down trodden Equity, we tread In warlike march, these greens before your town Being no further Enemy to you Than y
e constraint of hospitable Zeal In the releif of this oppressed child Religiously provokes.
Be pleased then
By King Philip,
in King John (TLN547-552),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 3v
So like a Courtier Contempt
not nor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness, if they were His Equal had awakd 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 us’d as Creatures of another place And bowd his eminent 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 beare: Let me not live This his good Melencholy of began On the Catastrophe and hell of past time When it was out: Let me not live quoth he After my flame lacks oyl, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain &c.
By King,
in All's Well that Ends Well (TLN299-308),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 4v
Of Gold
H.4.p.9
4 x 213 5
How quickly Nature falls into Revolt When Gold becomes her Object For this y
e foolish over careful fathers Have broke their sleeps with thoughts Their brains with care their bones with Industry For this they have ingrossed and pyl’d up The cankerd heaps of strange-atchieved Gold For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sonnes with Arts and martial Exercises
By King Henry IV,
in Richard II (TLN2596-2604),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 5v
Of Recommending a Knave
– H.4.p.96-
I grant your Worship that he is a Knave Sr: But yet
Heaven forbid Sr but a Knave should have some countenan
at his Friends Request. An honest man is able to speak for himself Sr when a Knave is not. I have servd
your Worship truly Sr these 8 years and if I cannot
once or twice in a Quarter bear out a Knave against
an Honest Man I have but very little credit with your
Worship. The Knave is my Honest friend Sr therefore
I beseech your Worship let him be countenanc’d
By Davy,
in Henry IV, part 2 (TLN2833-2840),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 6r
/ This is like upon
the same foundation with Bruyere who says that Men
in good full Health and affluent circumstances will laugh at
a Dwarfe Monkey or a wretched Tale. Men less happy
never laugh but to ye pupose-
O it is much that a Lye (with a slight Oath) and a
Jest with a sad countenance will doe with a fellow that
never had y
e 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
Ibm
31
Hang em: they say They'l sit by th’ fire and presume to know What's done i' the Capitol: Who's like to rise Who thrives and who declines: Side Factions and give out Conjectural mariages, making partys strong And feebling such as stand not in their Liking Below their cobled shoes.
By Martius,
in Coriolanus (TLN203-208),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 6r
Of their Mutinies
31
Ibm
Hang 'em They said they were an hungry sighd forth Proverbs, That Hunger broke stone Walls, that Doggs must eat, That meat was made for mouths, that y
e Gods sent not Corn for y
e rich men only -- with these shreds They vented their Complainings
By Martius,
in Coriolanus (TLN218-222),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7r
Of dull Magistrates
Applicable to ye Lawyers
37 applicable to ye Laywers ---- Ibm
You wear out a good’ wholesome forenoon in hearing a
cause between an Orange Wife and a Fosset-seller and
then adjourn the Controversie of threepence to a second
day of Audience.
By Menenius,
in Coriolanus (TLN965-968),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7r
Directions to speak to em the Populace
---- 47. Ibm
- I prithee now my son Go to em with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretch'd it (here be with em ) Thy knee bussing y
e stones for in such business Action is Eloquence; and the eyes of y
e Ignorant More learned than y
e Ears
By Volumnia,
in Coriolanus (TLN2173-2178),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7r
Of Honour
-- Troylus & ---- p. 16 -- Shakespear
And not a man for being simple Man Hath any Honour; but honour’d by those Honours That are without him: as place riches favour Prizes of Accident as oft as Merit when they fall (as being slippery standers) The love that lean'd on them as slippery too Doth one pluck down another and together Die in y
e 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 y
e King deceasd And all the unsettled Humours of y
e Land Rash inconsiderate fiery voluntiers With Ladys faces and fierce Dragons spleens Have sold their fortunes at their native homes Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs To make hazard of new fortunes here In brief a braver choise of dauntless spirits Then now y
e English bottoms have waft ore Did nearer float upon y
e swelling Tide, To do offence and scathe in Christendom The interruption of their Churlish drums Cutts off more circumstance they are at hand,
&c
By Chatilllon,
in King John (TLN359-371),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 7v
What Canoneer begot this lusty blood He speaks plain Canon fire and smoak and bounce He gives y
e bastinado with his tongue Our ears are cudgeld, not a word of his but buffets better than y
e fist of France: Zounds I was never so bethumpd with words
By Bastard,
in King John (TLN777-183),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8r
Of Interest
p. 8
Ba:
And why rail I on this commodity? But for because he hath not wooed me yet: Not that I have y
e 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 y
e 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 y
e half-blown rose --- But Fortune She is corrupted changed & won from thee Sh’ adulterates hourly with thine Uncle John, And with her golden hand hath pluckd on France
By Constance,
in King John (TLN974-978),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 8v
Thou ever strong upon y
e stronger side Thou Fortunes Champion that dost never fight But when her humorous Ladiship is by To teach thee safety: thou What a fool art
Thou A ramping fool to brag and stamp & swear Upon my party: thou cold blooded slave Hast thou not spoke like Thunder on my side Been sworn my Soldier bidding me depend Upon thy starrs, thy fortune and thy Strength
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1044-1052),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 10r
See K. Johns complexity in
breaking Arthurs death to Hubert
Come Hither Hubert O my Gentle Hubert We owe thee much within this wall of Flesh There is a Soul counts thee her Creditor And with advantage means to pay thy Love Give me thy hand I had a thing to say But I will fit it with some better tune By heaven Hubert I am almost ashamd To say good respect I have of thee
By King John,
in King John (TLN1318-1346),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 10r
the concern of a fond mother for her son Constance
for Arthur p. 12 K. John
Father Cardinal I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in Heaven If that be true I shall see my boy again For since y
e 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 y
e native beauty from his Cheek And he will look as hollow as a Ghost As dim and meagre and as an Agues fit And so he'l die; and rising so again When I shall meet him in y
e Court of Heaven I shall not know him: therefore never never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more Grief fills y
e room up of my absent Child. Lyes in his bed walks up and down with me Puts on his pretty looks repeats his words Remembers me of all his gracious parts Stuffes out his vacant garments with his forme
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1461-1481),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11
A wish for Death by Constance p. 12. +
Death Death o amiable lovely Death Thou odoriferous stench sound rottenness Arise forth from the couch of lasting Night Thou hate and terror to prosperity And I will kiss thy detestable bones And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows And ring these fingers with thy household worms And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust And be a carrion monster like thyself: Come grin on me, and I will think thou smilest And buss thee as thy Wife.
By Constance,
in King John (TLN1408-1418),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11v
No natural exhalation in y
e sky No Scope of Nature no distemperd day No common wind, no customed event, But they will pluck away his natural cause And call them meteors prodigies and signs Abortives Presages and Tongues of Heaven, Plainly denouncing Vengeance upon John.
By Pandulpho,
in King John (TLN1538-1544),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 11v
natural speech of a Child – p. 13
Mercie on me Methinks no body should be sad but I Yet I remember when I was in France Young gentlemen would be as sad as night Out of meer wantonness: by my Christendom, So I were out of Prison and kept Sheep I should be as merry as y
e day is long And so I would be here but that I doubt My Uncle practises more harm against me
He is
By Arthur,
in King John (TLN1585-1593),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12r
Have you the heart? When your head did but ake I knitt my handkercher about your brows (The best I had a Princes wrought it me) And I did never ask it you again: And with my hand at Midnight held your head And like y
e watchful minutes to y
e hour Still and anon cheerd up y
e heavy time Saying lack you and where lies your greif
By Arthur,
in King John (TLN1616-1624),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
The Guilt of All Looks
How oft y
e sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done! Hads’t not thou been by A fellow by y
e hand of nature markd Quoted and signd to do a deed of Shame, This murther had not come into my mind But taking note of thy abhorred aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villany Apt liable to be employed in Danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs Death
By King John,
in King John (TLN1944-1952),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 12v
p. 18 against shwing fear
Let not the world see fear and sad Distrust Govern y
e motion of a Kingly eye: Be stirring as y
e Time be Fire with Fire Threaten the Threatener and outface y
e 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 y
e winter come To thrust his icie fingers in my maw Nor let my kingdoms Rivers take their courses Thro my burnd bosom: nor intreat y
e 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 y
e Limit of becoming Mirth, I never spent an hours talk withal His eye begets occasion for his Wit For every object that y
e one doth catch The other turns to a mirthmoving jest, Wch his fair Tongue (Conceits Expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious Words That aged ears play Truant at his Tales And younger heerers are quite ravish’d So sweet and Voluble is his Discourse.
By Rosaline,
in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN559-568),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 14v
Usurer over lending to ye men that abasd and ridiculd him
Signior Antonio many a time and oft In y
e Ryalto you have rated me About my moneys and my Usances: Still I have I born it with a patient Shrug (For sufferance is y
e badge of all our Tribe.) You call’d me misbeliever Cut-throat Dog And spit upon my Jewish Gabberdine, And all for use of that w
ch 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 monies, you say so. You that did void your Rheum upon my Beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger Curr 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 whisp'ring humbleness Say this: Fair S
r you spit
on me on Wednesday last You spurn'd me such a day; another time You call'd me Dog: and for these Curtesies Ile 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 y
e Drum And y
e vile squealing of y
e wryneck'd Fife Clamber not you up to y
e Casements then, Nor thrust your head into y
e publick street To gaze on Christian Fools with varnish'd faces: But stop my houses ears I mean my casements: Let not y
e 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 rob’d by his Daughter
I never heard a passion so confus’d So strange Outrageous and Variable As y
e dog Jew did utter in y
e 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, stoln from me by a Daughter And Jewels two rich and precious stones Stoln by my Daughter: Justice find y
e Girl She hath y
e stones upon her and y
e 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 derivd corruptly, and that dear Honour Were purchas’d by y
e merit of y
e 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 spoken By a beloved Prince there doth appear Among the buzzing pleased Multitude Where every Something being blent together Turns to a Wild of Nothing save of Joy Exprest and not exprest ___
By Bassanio,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN1522-1530),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 18v
Of a Wifes believing her husbands friend
In Companions That do converse and waste y
e 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 y
e semblance of my Soul From out the state of Hellish Cruelty This comes too near the praising of myself; Therefore no more of it
By Portia,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN1738-1749),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 19
Of Musick
Soft Stillness and ye Night
Become the touches of Sweet Harmony—
Doe but note a wild and wanton herd Or race of youthful and unhandled Colts Fetching mad bounds bellowing and neighing loud Which is the hot Condition of their blood If they but hear perchance a Trumpet sound Or any ayre of Musick touch their ears You shall perceive them make a mutual stand Their savage eyes turn'd to a Modest gaze By the sweet power of Musick ___
By Lorenzo,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN2484-2492),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 19
Patch grief with Proverbs make misfortune drunk With Candle-Wasters: bring him yet to me And I of him will gather Patience But there is no such man: for Brother Men Can councel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feele, but tasting it, Their council turns to Passion w
c before Would give men (strikethrough) praeceptial medicine to rage
By Leonato,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN2096-2103),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 20 r
Of Love in a Soldier
103.
I look'd upon her with a souldiers eye That likd but had a rougher task in hand Than to drive liking to y
e name of Love: But now I am returned and that War-thought Have
th left their places vacant: in their rooms Come thronging soft and delicate Desires All prompting me how faire young Hero is
By Claudio,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN289-295),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 21
Of Love
105
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in y
e 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 framd a womans Heart Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice Disdain and Scorn ride sparkling in her eye Misprising w
t they look on, and her Wit Values itself so highly that to her
all All Matter else seems weak: she cannot love Nor take no shape nor project of Affection She is so self-endeared. –
By Hero,
in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN1138-1145),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 21v
/ Goe and we'll have a posset for it soone at night at y
e latter end of a seacoal fire: An honest willing kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal and I warrant you, no telltale: his worst fault is that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way: but nobody but has his fault; but let that passe /_
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN406-412),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 22r
— truth
567890 truth 234
I have another message to your Worship. Mistress Page hath her hearty commendations to you too: and let me tell you in your eare she's as fartuous a civil modest wife and one (I tell you that will not miss you morning nor Evening Prayer, as any is in Windsor who ere be y
e other: and she bad me tell your worship that her husband is seldom from Home but she hopes there will come a time. I never knew a woman so doate upon a man. Surely I think you have Charms, la: yes in truth
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN861-870),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Truly Master Page is an honest man never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she do’s. do what she will say what she will take all, pay all: goe to bed when she list rise when she’ list all is as she will: and truly she deserves it for if there be a kind woman in Windsor she’s one. But you must send her your Page and
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN880-885),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Truly Master Page is an honest man never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she do’s. do what she will say what she will take all, pay all: goe to bed when she list rise when she’ list all is as she will: and truly she deserves it for if there be a kind woman in Windsor she’s one. But you must send her your Page
By Mistress Quickly,
in Henry V (Q1) (TLN880-885),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
I have long loved her and I protest to you bestowed much on her: followed her with a doating observance: Ingrossed opportunities to meet her feed every slight occasion that could but niggardly give me sight of her: not only bought many presents to give her, but have given largely to many to know what she would have givn ---
By Ford,
in Merry Wives of Windsor (TLN954-960),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Some say tho she appear honest to me, yet in other places she enlargeth her mirth so far that there is shrewd construction made of her- Now S
r John You are a Gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse of great admittance authentic in your place and person generally allow’d for your many warlike courtlike and learned preparations –
By Ford,
in Merry Wives of Windsor (TLN980-987),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
could I come to her with any Detection in my hand. my desires had instance and argument to commend themselves I could drive her then from the ward of her purity, her reputation her marriagevow and a thousand other her Defences w
c now are too strongly embattled against me. ----
By Ford,
in Merry Wives of Windsor (TLN1001-1005),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
They slighted me into y
e River with very little Remorse and you may know by my size that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking—— if y
e bottom were as deep as Hell I should downe. I had been drown’d but that the shore was shelvy and shallow a death that I abhor for y
e water swells a man and what a thing should I have been when I had been swell’d!
By Falstaff,
in Henry IV, part 1 (TLN1688-1696),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 23
Of Swimming
I saw him beat y
e Surges under him And ride upon their backs, he trod y
e Water Whose Enmity he flung aside, and brested The Surge most swoln that met him: his bold head 'Bove y
e Contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To th’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 vertues Have I liked several Women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with y
e noblest grace she owed And put it to y
e foyle –
By ,
in not in source (TLN1283-129),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 25v
Of Love in a Souldier
Nay, but this dotage of our General Oreflows the measure those his goodly eyes. That ore the files and musters of y
e War Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn The Office and Devotion of their View Upon a Tawny Front: And he's become y
e Bellows and y
e Fan To cool a Gypsies Lust. —
By Philo,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN4-14),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 26v
His untimely Negligence
—If he filld His vacancy with his Voluptuousness, Full surfeits, and y
e driness of his bones Call on him for it. But to confound such Time That drums him from his sport and speaks as loud As his own state, as ours, tis to be chid: As we rate Boys, who being mature in knowledge Pawn their Experience to their present pleasure And so rebel to Judgment ---
By Octavious Caesar,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN455-463),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 27
Of Anthony, Military hardiness
Of Anthony, Military hardiness
Hirtius and Pansa
Consuls. At thy heel Did famine follow whom thou foughtst against ( Tho daintily brought up) with patience more Than Savages could suffer. Thou
didsdt disdst drink The Stale of Horses, and the gilded Puddle
Yea li Yea like the stag when snow the Pasture sheets w
c beasts would cough at -- yon the Alpes The bark of trees thou browsedst -- It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on: Was born so like a souldier, that thy Cheek So much as lankd not.
By Octavious Caesar,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN494-507),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 28
a fine construction of Anthonys humour—
--O well-divided disposition Note him Note him good Charmian tis y
e Man: but Note him He was not sad; for he would shine on those That make their looks by his. He was not merry, Which seem'd to tell th’em his remembrance lay In Æ with his Joy, but between both. Oh heavenly Mingle! Be'est thou Sad or Merry. The Violence of either Thee becomes, So does it no man else. -----
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN584-592),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 28
Of Love & Luxury
– all y
e Charms of Love Salt Cleopatra soften thy wand Lip Let witchcraft joyn with beauty, Lust with both Tye up the Libertine in a feild of feasts Keep is brain fuming: Epicurean Cooks Sharpen with cloyless sawce his Appetite That sleep and, feeding may prorogue his humour Even till a Lethied Dulness—
By Pompey,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN640-647),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 29
a fine excuse condescension
S
r He fell upon me ere admitted then Three kings I had newly feasted and did want Of what I was i' th' morning: but next day I told him of my self, w
c was as much
as to As to have ask'd him pardon: Let this Fellow Be nothing of our Strife, if we contend Out of our question wipe him---
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN766-772),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 29
Too great as too hasty merit military merit in the absence of the General --
More in their Officer than person. Sossius One of my Place in Syria his Lieutenant For quick accumulation of Renown Which he atchiev’d by th’ minute lost his favour Who does i' th’ wars more than his Captain can Becomes his Captains Captain: and Ambition (The Soldiers vertue ) rather makes choice of loss Than gain w
c darkens him. I could do more to do Antonius good But twould offend him: and in his Offence Should my performance perish ---
By Ventidius,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN1514-1524),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Upon Anthony talkin challenging Caesar to single combat--
Yes like enough. high battl’d Caesar will Unstate hishappiness and bee stag’d to th’shew Against a sworder: I see mens Judgments are A Parcel of their fortunes, and things outward Do draw y
e inward qualitie after them To suffer all alike that he should dream Knowing all measures, the full Caesar will Answer his Emptiness: Caesar thou hast subdued His Judgment too ---
By Domitius Enobarbus,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2185-2193),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Anthony resolving again to fight--
I will be treble sinewd hearted breathd And fight maliciously: for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransome lives Of me for Jests: but now Ile set my Teeth And send to darkness all that stop me. Come Lets have one other gawdy night: Call to me All my sad captains, fill our bowles once more Lets mark the midnight Bell.
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2362-2369),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 31
Sharpee Generosity of Anthony’s to Deserte
Force of Ill Fortunes
Good Eros send his Treasure after, do it Detain no Jot I charge Thee, write to him (I will subscribe) gentle adieus and greetings Say that I wish he never find more cause To change a Master. Oh my fortunes have Corrupted honest men
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN2569-2574),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 33
Ant: Dying
The miserable Change now at my End Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts In feeding them with thou my former fortunes Wherein I liv’d. The greatest Prince o’ th’ World The Noblest: and do now not barely die Nor cowardly put off my Helmet to My Countrymen —A Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquishd. Now my spirit is going. I can no more –
By Antony,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN3062-3070),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34v
Cleopatra resolving not to be led in Triumph
This mortal house Ile ruin Do Caesar what he can. Know S
r that I Will not wait pinion’d at your Masters Court Nor once be chastisd with y
e sober eye Of Dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up And show me to y
e shouting Varlotry 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
— Mechanick slaves With greazy Aprons Rules and Hammers shall Uplift us to y
e View. In their thick breaths Rank of gross Dyet shall we be enclowded And forc’d 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: Sawcy Licters Will catch at us like Strumpets, and scald Rimers Ballad us out of Tune. The quick Comedians Extemporally will stage us: and present Our Alexandrian Revels: Anthony Shall be brought drunken forth and I shall
see Some squeaking CleopatrasBoy: My Greatness I’ th’ Posture of a Whore ---
By Cleopatra,
in Antony and Cleopatra (TLN3457-3464),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34v
a Zesty old fellow of a speech of a Fool
I marvel your Ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal. I saw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a stone— Looke you now he is out of his guard already: unless you laugh and minister occasion to him he is gagg’d –I protest I take these Wisemen that crow so at these set kind of fools no better than the fools Zanies
By Malvolio,
in Twelfth Night (TLN375-380),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 36
Of Instructions to a Coward to seem brave
Write the challenge in a martial hand be curst and brief – taunt him with the licence of Inke. If thou thou’st
H him some thrice it shall not be amiss, and as many lyes as there is room for in y
e paper.— Let there be gall enough in thy Ink –
By Sir Toby Belch,
in Twelfth Night (TLN1423-1428),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38