Making it momentary as a sound, swift as a shadow, short as any
dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That (in a
spleen ) unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power
to say behold, The jaws of darkness do devour it up, so quick
bright things come to confusion
By Lysander,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN153-159),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 79
–is all forgot? All schooldays friendship, childhood innocence
We, Hermia, like two artificial Gods, have with our needles created
both one flower Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion
Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our
sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate. So we grew together
Like to a double cherry seeming parted, but yet an union in
partition, Two lovely berries molded on one stem. So with
two seeming bodies but one heart, Two of the first like coats in He
raldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
By ,
in not in source (TLN1228-1441),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 79
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed so
sanded, and their heads are hung, with ears that sweep away the mor
ning dew, Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian Bulls
Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under each
A cry more tuneable Was never hallowed to, nor cheered with horn
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1640-1646),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 79
Such gallant chiding for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near seemed one mutual cry. I never heard, So musical a discord such sweet thunder.
By Hippolita,
in not in source (TLN1636-1639),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 79
] I never may believe These antique fables, and these fairy toys
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fan
cies, that apprehend more, that cool reason ever comprehends.—
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devil then vast hell can hold That is the madman the lover all as frantic sees He
lens beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye in a fine
frenzy rolling Doth glance from heaven to Earth from earth to
heaven, and as imagination bodies forth the form of things
unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes, and gives to
airy nothing a local habitation, and a name.
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1794-1809),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
--Where I have come great Clerks have purposed to greet
me with welcomes. Where I have seen them
shiver, and look pale, Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle your practiced accent in their fears, And in conclusion, dumbly
have broke off, not paying me a welcome. Trust
me, sweet, Out of this silence yet I picked a welcome, and
in the modesty of fearful duty I read as much, as from the
rat'ling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence. Love ergotherefore and tongue-tied sim:
plicity In least speak most to my capacity
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1890-1903),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
Why, Is not a lamentable thing that of the skin of a inno
cent lamb should be made parchment, that Parchment, being scribbled over, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since. The crimes with the Rebells (Jack Cade &c) laid to the Lord say
By Cade,
in Henry VI, part 2 (TLN2395-2400),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realmin erecting a grammar school, and where as before, our Forefathers had no other Books but the Score and the Tally, you have caused printing to be and contrary to the King, his crown, and dignity
thou hast built a papermill. It will be to thy Face, that thou hast men about thee, that usually talk
house of a
nown, & verb, & such abominable words, as no Christian
ear can endure to hear.
By Cade,
in Henry VI, part 2 (TLN2666-2674),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
Bolingbroke: 'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?' Spirit: By water shall he die, and take his end. Bolingbroke: 'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?' Spirit: Let him shun castles
By Spirit,
in Henry VI, part 2 (TLN660-665),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe, To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; To make an envious mountain on my back, Where sits deformity to mock my body; To shape my legs of an unequal size;
By ,
in not in source (TLN1679-1683),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
Come hither, England's hope. If secret powers Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss. His looks are full of peaceful majesty, His head by nature framed to wear a crown, His hand wield a sceptre, and himself Likely in time to bless a regal throne. Make much of him, my lords, for this is he Must help you more than you are hurt by me
By ,
in not in source (TLN2452-2462),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
I came into the world with my legs forward: Had I not reason, think you, to make haste, And seek their ruin that usurped our right? The midwife wondered and the women cried 'O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!' And so I was; which plainly saignified That I should snarl and bite and play the dog. The, since the heavens have shaped my body so, Let hell make crooked my mind to answer it.
By ,
in not in source (TLN3147-3155),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
Bastardy? base, base? Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take More composition and fierce quality Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed, Go to creatinga whole tribe of fops, Got 'tween asleep and wake?
By Edmund,
in King Lear (TLN344-349),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
Have more than thou showest, speak less than thou knowest, lend less than thou owest, ride more than thou goest, learn more than thou trowest, set less than thou throwest, Leave thy drink and thy whore, And keep in-a-door & thou shalt have more than two tens to a score.
By Fool,
in King Lear (TLN648-657),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
A lily livered action-taking, a whoreson glass-glazingsuper-serviceablefinical rogue, a one trunk inheriting slave ; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will
beat into clamorous whining
By Kent,
in King Lear (TLN1090-1096),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
Thou whoreson Zed, thou unnecessary letter. My lord, if you will give me leaveI will tread this
unbolted villain into mortar, & daub the wall of a jakes with him
By Kent,
in King Lear (TLN1138-1140),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 82
The cockney did to the eels when she put them in the paste alive; she knapped'em o' the coxcombs with a stick and cried down, wantons down! 'Twas her brother that, in pure kindness to his horse, buttered his hay
By Fool,
in King Lear (TLN1399-1402),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 82