The multitude that seldom know any thing but their own opinions speak that they would have
By Dion, in Philaster (1.1.11-13), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 93v

A , or p ro clamation.
By Dion, in Philaster (1.1.38), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 93v

xx
She is one that may stand still discreetly enough, and ill-favouredly dance her
measure.
By Dion, in Philaster (1.1.49-50), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 93v

xx
they were never abroad: what foreigner would do so? it writes them directly untravelled
By Lady, in Philaster (1.1.69-70), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 93v

they cannot maintain discourse with a judicious lady nor make a leg nor say excuse me.
By Lady, in Philaster (1.1.75-77), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 93v

My reign shall be so easy to the subject, / that every man shall be his prince himself, /
and his owne law
By Pharamond, in Philaster (1.1.152-154), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 93v

xx
I wonder what's his price? for certainly he'll sell himself he has
so praised his shape
By Dion, in Philaster (1.1.165-166), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 93v

Let me be swallow'd quick, if I can find in all the anotomy of yon mans
virtues, one sinew sound enough to promise for him he shall be constable.
By Dion, in Philaster (1.1.169-172), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 93v

Right noble Sir, as low as my obedience, / and with a heart as loyal as my knee, / I beg your favour.
By Philaster, in Philaster (1.1.175-177), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 93v

Ne'er stare, nor put on wonder: for you must / endure me and you shall. This earth you
tread upon, / (a dowry as you hope with this fair princess, / whose memory I bow to) was
not left / by my dead father (oh, I had a father whose memory I bow to!) was not left to your inheritance and I up and living./
having myself about me and my sword, / the souls of all my name, and memories, / these
arms and some few friends, beside the the gods, / to part so calmly with it and sit still, /
and say I might have been. I tell thee Pharamond / when thou are King
look I be 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

A.
B.
You are too bold
By King, in Philaster (1.1.208-209), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

If thou wert sole inheritor to him / that made the world his: and coulst see no sun / shine upon
anything but thine.
By Philaster, in Philaster (1.1.229-231), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

xx
mens hearts and faces are so far asunder that they hold no intelligence.
By Dion, in Philaster (1.1.261-262), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

A.
B.
smooth your brow or by the gods.
By King, in Philaster (1.1.271-272), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

what a dangerous train did he give fire to!
By Dion, in Philaster (1.1.304-305), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

xx
and live recluse.
By Philaster, in Philaster (1.1.315), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

A.
B.
To you, brave lord; the princess would entreat Your present company
By Lady, in Philaster (1.1.339-341), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

Your eye may me dead, or those true red and white friends in her cheeks may steal my ^ (soul out.
By Philaster, in Philaster (1.1.351-352), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

but that I thought myself as great a basilisk as he.
By Philaster, in Philaster (1.2.72-73), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

Another soul into my body shot, / could not have filled mee with more strength and spirit, / than
this thy breath.
By Arethusa, in Philaster (1.2.98-101), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

xx
let us leave and kiss, lest some unwelcome guest should fall betwixt us, /
and wee should part with out it.
By Arethusa, in Philaster (1.2.106-108), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

xx
Hide me from Pharamond! When thunder speakes, which
is the voice of Jove, / though I do reverence yet I hide me not.
By Arethusa, in Philaster (1.2.149-151), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

I loathe to brawl with such a s blast as thou / who art nought but a valiant voice: but if /
thou shalt provoke me 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

Sir, you did take me up when I was nothing, / and only yet am something by being yours.
By Bellario, in Philaster (2.1.5-7), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

My lord, And none knows whether I shall live to do more service for you take this little prayer. Heaven bless your loves, your fights, all your designs! May sick men, if they have your wish, be well: / and heaven
hate those you curse though I be one.
By Bellario, in Philaster (2.1.52-56), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

xx
would outdo story
By Philaster, in Philaster (2.1.60), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

Be not bawdy, nor do not brag. and then I think, I shall have sense enough to answer
all the weighty apothegms. your royal blood shall manage.
By Philaster, in Philaster (2.2.14-18), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

A.
B.
Dear lady.
By Pharamond, in Philaster (2.2.19-25), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

they are two twinn'd cherries dyed in blushes, / which those fair suns above with their bright
beams / reflect upon and ripen: sweetest beauty, / bow down those branches, that the longing taste, / of the faint looker on, may meet those blessings, / and taste and live.
By Pharamond, in Philaster (2.2.82-87), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

Thy brows and cheeks are smooth as waters be when no breath troubles them.
By Arethusa, in Philaster (2.3.43-44), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

Come ladies shall we talk a round: as men do walk a mile, women should talk an hour
after supper.
By Dion, in Philaster (2.4.1-3), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

xx
Thou piece / made by a painter, and a Pothecary: / thou troubled sea
of lust. thou wilderness, / inhabited by wild thoughts: thou swollen cloud / of infection.
By King, in Philaster (2.4.139-143), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

By all those gods you swore by, and as many more of my owne.
By Megra, in Philaster (2.4.155-156), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

the people against their nature are all bent for him, / and like a field of standing corn, thats moved / with a stiff
gale; their heads bow all one way.
By Cleremont, in Philaster (3.1.20-23), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

xx
set hills on hills betwixt me and the man that utters this,
and I will scale them all, / and from the utmost top fall on his neck, / like thunder from a cloud.
By Philaster, in Philaster (3.1.73-76), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

the winds that are let loose, / from the four several corners of the earth, / and spread themselves all over sea and
land, / And spread themselves all over sea and land kiss not a chaste one
By Philaster, in Philaster (3.1.119-122), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

xx A:
B.
A.
(This is a common expression every poet when a man is, (troubled within.) ***
are you not ill my lord.
By Bellario, in Philaster (3.1.187-191), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

Now I see, why my disturbed thoughts were soe perplex'd when first I went to her/ my heart held augury
By Philaster, in Philaster (3.1.207-209), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94r

Hew me asunder, and whilst I can, / I'll love those pieces you have cut away,/
better than those that grow: and kiss those limbs / because you made them so
By Bellario, in Philaster (3.1.247-250), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94v

'Tis less than to be born less than to be born, a lasting sleep, A quiet resting from all jealousy, A thing we all pursue I
know besides, it is but giving over of a game, [that] must be lost.
By Bellario, in Philaster (3.1.256-260), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94v

I will fly as far as there is morning ere I give distaste to that most honoured mind.
By Bellario, in Philaster (3.1.284-286), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94v

If you shall hear [that] sorrow struck me dead, | and after find mee loyal, let there be |
a tear shed from you, in my memory,| and I shall rest in peace.
By Bellario, in Philaster (3.1.290-293), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94v

They feed upon opinions, errors, dreams, And make 'em truths; they draw a nourishment Out of defamings grow upon disgraces; And, when they see a virtue fortified Strongly above the battery of their tongues, Oh, how they cast to sink it! and, defeated, (Soul-sick with poison) strike the monuments Where noble names lie sleeping, till they sweat, And the cold marble melt.
By Arethusa, in Philaster (3.2.37-45), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94v

Peace to [your] fairest thoughts, my dearest mistress
By Philaster, in Philaster (3.2.46-47), Francis Beaumont
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 94v