Or life is momentary as a sound, swift as a shoddow, short as any
dreame, Breife as ye lightning in ye collied night, That (in a
spleene ) unfolds both heaven & earth, And ere a man hath power
to say behold, The iawes of darknes doe devoure it up, so qck
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 forgott? All schooldaies freindship, childhood innocence
Wee, Hermia, like 2 artificiall Gods, have wth or needles created
both one flower Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion
Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if or hands, or
sides, voices, & minds Had bin incorporate. So we grew together
Like to a double cherry seeming pted, but yet an union in
partition, Two lonely berries moulded on one stemme. So wth
2 seeming bodies but one heart, Two of ye 1st life coats in He
raldry, Due but to one, & crowned with one craft.
By ,
in not in source (TLN1228-1441),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 79
My hounds are bred out of ye Spartan kind, So flew’d so
sanded, & yr heads are hung, wth eares yt sweep away ye mor
ning dew, Crookt kneed, & dewlapt like Thessalian Bulls
Slow in pursuit, but matcht in mouth like bells, Each und each
A cry more tuneable Was nev hollowd to, nor cheerd wth horne
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1640-1646),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 79
] I nev may beleeve These antick fables, & these fairy toies
Lovs and madm. have such seething braines, such shaping fan
cies, yt apprhend more, yt coole reason ev comprehends.—
The lunatick, ye lov, & ye poët, Are of imaginiön all compact.
One sees more devills yn vast hell can hold ye lov sees He
lens beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poëts eye in a fine
frenzy rolling Doth glance frō heaven to Earth frō earth to
heaven, & as imaginiön bodies forth ye formes of things
unkowne, ye poëts pen turns ym to shapes, & gives to
airy noth. a locall habitation, & 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 wth prmediated welcomes. Where I have seene them
shiv, & looke pale, Make periods in ye midst of sentences,
Throttle yr practizd accents in yr feares, And in conclusion, dumbly
have broke of, not paying me a welcome. Trust
me, sweet, Out of this silence yet I pickt a welcome, &
in ye modesty of fearfull duty I read as much, as from the
rattling tongue of saucy & audacious eloquence. Love go & tonguetide sim:
plicity In least speake 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, ist not a miserable thing, yt of ye skin of a inno
cent lamb parchent should be made, & yn wth a little blotting ov wth inke, a man should undoe hims. Some say ‘tis ye bee yt stings, but I say ‘tis yr waxe: for I’me sure I nev sealed anyth. but once & nev was my own man since. The crimes with the Rebells (Jack Cade &c) laid to ye Ld say
By Cade,
in Henry VI, part 2 (TLN2395-2400),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
Thou hast most traitously erected a gram̄ schoole, to infect ye youth of ye realme, & agst ye Ks crown, & dignity
thou hast built up a paꝑmill. nay then keepst men in thy
house yt daily read of bookes, w th red letts, & talke of a
nowne, & verbe, & such abominable words, & no Xn
eare is able to endure.
By Cade,
in Henry VI, part 2 (TLN2666-2674),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
Crookb Nature hath plac’d an envious mountain of my back where sits deformity to mock my body, She dry’d mine arme up like a withered shrimp, & made my legs of an unequall size.
By ,
in not in source (TLN1679-1683),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
Come hither pretty lad. If heavenly powers doe aime aright To my divining thoughts, thou pretty boy shall prove this countries blisse. Thy head is made to weare a princely crowne Thy lookes are all replete wth maty. Make much of him my Lds
for this is hee, Shall helpe you more, yn you are hurt by me.
By ,
in not in source (TLN2452-2462),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
The owle shrikt at his birth, an evill signe: The night crow cry’d
a boding, lucklesse tune, Dogs howld, & hideous tempests shook downe trees. The raven rookt her on ye chymnies top, & chatte ring pyes in dismall discord sung. His mother felt more yn
a mother’s paine, & yet brought forth lesse yn a mothers hope To witt: an undigested lumpe, not like ye fruit of such a goodly tree Teeth had he in his head wn he was borne. To sign. he came to bite ye world.
By ,
in not in source (TLN3118-3128),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
He came into ye world wth his legs forward ye women weeping, & ye midwifes crying, Oh Jesus blesse us, he is borne wth teeth. And as heaven made his body soe, Hell made his crooked mind to answer it.
By ,
in not in source (TLN3147-3155),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
Bastards in ye hasty composition stealth of nre take more composition, & fierce quality, yn doth within a stale dulled bed goe to ye creating of a whole tribe of foppes gott ‘tweene sleepe, & wake
By Edmund,
in King Lear (TLN344-349),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
Have more yn thou shewest, speake lesse yn yu knowest, lend lesse yn yu owest, ride more yn yu goest, learn more yn yu trowest, sett lesse yn yu throwest, & thou shall have more yn 1 tens to a score.
By Fool,
in King Lear (TLN648-657),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 81
The Cockney wn she putt Eeles in ye pastry alive, rapt um o’th’cockcomb wth a stick, & cryd Downe, wantons, downe Twas her brother, yt in pure kindness to his horse butter’d his hay.
By Fool,
in King Lear (TLN1399-1402),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 82