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Plays

⊕    A Christian turned Turk
⊕    A Game at Chess: A Later Form
⊕    A Mad World, My Masters
⊕    A Maidenhead Well Lost
⊕    A Midsummer Night's Dream
⊕    A Yorkshire Tragedy
⊕    Aglaura
⊕    Albumazar: A Comedy
⊕    All Fools
⊕    All's Well that Ends Well
⊕    Antonio and Mellida
⊕    Antonio's Revenge
⊕    Antony and Cleopatra
⊕    As You Like It
⊕    Bartholomew Fair
⊕    Bird in a Cage
⊕    Brennoralt
⊕    Bussy d'Ambois
⊕    Caesar and Pompey
⊕    Campaspe
⊕    Catiline
⊕    Cleopatra
⊕    Comus
⊕    Contention for Honour and Riches
⊕    Coriolanus
⊕    Cymbeline
⊕    Cynthia's Revels
⊕    Dutch Courtesan
⊕    Epicoene
⊕    Every Man in his Humour
⊕    Every Man out of his Humour
⊕    Hamlet
⊕    Henry IV, part 1
⊕    Henry IV, part 2
⊕    Henry V (Q1)
⊕    Henry VI, part 1
⊕    Henry VI, part 2
⊕    Henry VI, part 3
⊕    Henry VIII
⊕    Hyde Park
⊕    Hymen's Triumph
⊕    Jack Drum's Entertainment
⊕    Julius Caesar
⊕    King John
⊕    King Lear
⊕    Locrine
⊕    Love In its Ecstasy: Or, the large Prerogative
⊕    Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments
⊕    Love's Labour's Lost
⊕    Loves Metamorphosis
⊕    Macbeth
⊕    Measure for Measure
⊕    Merry Wives of Windsor
⊕    Much Ado About Nothing
⊕    Mustapha
⊕    not in source
⊕    Othello
⊕    Pericles
⊕    Philaster
⊕    Philotas
⊕    Poetaster
⊕    Richard II
⊕    Richard III
⊕    Romeo and Juliet
⊕    Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet
⊕    Sejanus His Fall
⊕    Sir Giles Goosecap
⊕    Sophonisba
⊕    Taming of the Shrew
⊕    The Atheist's Tragedy
⊕    The Blind Beggar of Alexandria
⊕    The Bondman
⊕    The Case is Altered
⊕    The Changes, or Love in a Maze
⊕    The Comedy of Errors
⊕    The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron
⊕    The Custom of the Country
⊕    The Devil's Law Case
⊕    The Elder Brother
⊕    The Fancies, Chaste and Noble
⊕    The Fawn
⊕    The Goblins
⊕    The Golden Age
⊕    The Grateful Servant
⊕    The Great Duke of Florence
⊕    The Gypsies Metamorphosed
⊕    The Honest Whore, Part I
⊕    The Insatiate Countess
⊕    The Lady of May
⊕    The Little French Lawyer
⊕    The Mad Lover
⊕    The Maid of Honour
⊕    The Malcontent
⊕    The Martyred Souldier
⊕    The Merchant of Venice
⊕    The Miseries of Inforc't Marriage
⊕    The Nice Valour
⊕    The Phoenix
⊕    The Puritan Widow
⊕    The Raging Turk
⊕    The Rival Friends
⊕    The Royal Master
⊕    The Royal Slave
⊕    The Sophy
⊕    The Spanish Curate
⊕    The Staple of News
⊕    The Tempest
⊕    The Tragedy of Nero
⊕    The Traitor
⊕    The Valiant Scot
⊕    The Virgin Widow
⊕    The Wedding
⊕    The White Devil
⊕    The Widow
⊕    The Wonder of a Kingdom
⊕    Timon of Athens
⊕    Titus Andronicus
⊕    Troilus and Cressida
⊕    Twelfth Night
⊕    Two Gentlemen of Verona
⊕    Volpone
⊕    What You Will
⊕    Winter's Tale

The Custom of the Country - Results found: 94

4.
– if I studied the country's laws I should so easily sound all
their depth, & rise up such a wonder, that the pleaders that now are
in most practice, & esteem should starve for want of clients. If I
travell'd like wise Ulysses to see men, & manners, I would return
in act more knowing than Homer could fancy him. If a physician
so oft I would restore death-wounded men, That where I lived
Galen should not be named, & he that join'd again the scattered limbs Of
torn Hippolytus should be forgotten. I could teach Ovid courtship. how
to win A Julia, & enjoy her, tho her dower were all the Sun gives
light to. And for arms, were the Persian host that drank up rivers
added to the Turks present powers, I could direct common, & marshal them
By Duarte, in The Custom of the Country (2.1.111-28), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 3
 
--Like Plautus Braggart.
By Manuel, in The Custom of the Country (2.1.130), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 3
 
– I'll take her eye as soon
as she look on me. And if I come to speak once, woe be to her;
I have her in a nooze, she cannot escape me.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (5.5.36-38), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 3
 
– I'll makes a
Nun forget her beads in two hours.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (5.5.42), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 3
 
– She is mine own: I
told you what a spell I carried with me.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (5.5.76-77), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 3
 
4
– fie fie how lumpish? In a young ladies arms thus dull?
By Hippolyta, in The Custom of the Country (3.2.175-77), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 5
 
4
death has so many doors to let out life I will not long survive them
By Zenocia, in The Custom of the Country (2.2.35-36), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 10
 
4.
– but never saw so small a bark with such incredible valour so long
defended, & against such odds, & by two men scarce arm’d too.
By Leopold, in The Custom of the Country (2.2.5-8), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 11
 
–And
yet the courage they expressed being taken, & their contemt of death
wan more upon me than all they did when they were free. methinks I
see them yet when they were brought aboard us disarmed & ready
to be put in fetters How on the sudden as if they had sworn
never to taste the bread of servitutde Both snatching up their swords
& from this Virgin Taking a farewell only with their eyes They leap'd
into the sea --
By Leopold, in The Custom of the Country (2.2.9-18), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 11
 
& with such strength & cunning, they swim ming did delude the rising billows, with one hand making way
& with the other their bloody swords advanced, threatening the seagods
with war, unlesse they brought them safely off that I am almost
confident they live
By Leopold, in The Custom of the Country (2.2.28-33), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 11
 
4.
D'ye love as painters do, only some pieces, some cartain handsome
touches of y our mistress, & let the mind pass by you unexamined?
By Zenocia, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.224-226), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 12
 
4.
– Once well-angered, ad every cross in us provokes that passion & like a sea, I roll, toss, & chafe
a week after. ----
By Zenocia, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.338-340), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 13
 
4.
thou glorious Devil, thou varnish'd piece of lust, thou painted
fury
By Zenocia, in The Custom of the Country (4.3.144-45), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 16
 
4.
–if you play not fair play, & above board too, I have a
foolish gin here I say no more, I'll tell you what & if y our hon our s guts are
not enchanted ____
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.143-47), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 17
 
4
– ‘twould melt a marble And tame a savage man, to feel my fortune.
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.1-2), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 19
 
Strew all y our withered flowers, y our autumn sweets by the hot
sun ravished of bud, & beauty
By Charino, in The Custom of the Country (1.2.2-3), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 19
 
no merry
noise; nor lusty songs be heard here, nor full cups crowned with
wine make the rooms giddy.
By Charino, in The Custom of the Country (1.2.8-10), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 19
 
Sing mournfully--& that sad epithalamion I gave thee now and prithee
let thy Lute weep.
By Charino, in The Custom of the Country (2.1.11-12), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 19
 
– Close retirements! No visitants admitted, not the day, these sable colours, all signs of true sorrow.
By Duarte, in The Custom of the Country (5.2.12-14), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 19
 
R.
– being set in years, none of those lusters Appear
now in her age, that warm the fancy, nor nothing in her face, but
handsome ruins.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (5.5.46-49), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 20
 
– 4.
‘tis now in fashion Having a Mistress, sure
you should not be with out a neat historical shirt.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (2.3.24-26), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 21
 
4.
–a dainty wench. would I might farm his custom.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.61-62), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
--a town bull is a mere stoic to this fellow, & a Spanish, jennet a grave philosopher, & a spanish jennet a most
virtuous gentleman.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.159-161), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
– a cat-o'-mountain
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.158), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
– A Cannibal
that feeds on the heads of maids
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.155), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
– This rogue that breaks young
wenches to the saddle
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.167), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
& know the perfect manage
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.174), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
excellent dissector, One that has cut up more young tender lamb pies—
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.180-81), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
--this puckfist, this universal rutter--
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.2.24-25), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
-- Pox on your kidneys
how they begin to melt! how big he beares. Sure he will
leap before us all!
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.259-61), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
how the dog leers!
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.264), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
– I am hot, so fiery
& my blood beats alarms through my body, & fancy high
By Clodio, in The Custom of the Country (1.2.41-3), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
would you have
children? I'll get you those as fast, & thick as fly-blows.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (3.3.81-82), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
--he was of Italy, & that country breeds not Precisians that way, but
hot Libertines
By Duarte, in The Custom of the Country (4.1.47-48), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
—look’s as
if I were crow-trodden. fie how my hams shrink unđunder me!
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (4.4.54-55), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
- appear like a rascal that had bin hung a year, or two in gibbets.
By Sulpitia, in The Custom of the Country (4.4.59-60), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
- draw my legs after me like a lame dog.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (4.4.88), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
– O the old Lady!
I have a kind of waiting-woman lies cross my back too. o how she
stings!
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (4.4.72-74), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
– Than all the exercise in the world. besides to be drunk with good
Canary a meer julep, or like gourd water to it. twenty surfeits
come short of one night's work.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (5.1.17-20), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
Make me a dog kennel, I'll keep your house & bark,
& feed on bare bones. & be whipp'd out o' doors.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (4.4.119-21), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
& rather than laboring in
these fulling mills.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (4.4.107-108), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
4
– meager paleness like winter nips the roses, & the lilies, the
spring that youth & love adorned her face with
By Sulpitia, in The Custom of the Country (5.2.3-5), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 23
 
-- the image of pale death stamp'd on her forehead.
By Zabulon, in The Custom of the Country (5.2.21), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 23
 
-- put on all her beauties, all her enticements, outblush damask
roses, & dim the breaking East with her bright crystals.
By Clodio, in The Custom of the Country (1.2.46-8), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24
 
-- the beauteous huntress fairer far and sweeter!. Diana shews an Ethiop to this beauty.
By Clodio, in The Custom of the Country (1.2.53-54), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24
 
Ha! bless mine eyes! what precious piece of nature to pose the
world?
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (3.2.62-3), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24
 
– Bless me! what stars are there?
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (3.2.69), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24
 
-- the abstract of all sweetness,
By Zabulon, in The Custom of the Country (3.2.75), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24
 
--as fair as if the morning bare her. ye Imagination never made a sweeter. –
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (3.2.131-32), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24
 
--they flatter'd me that said my looks were charms, my touches fetters. My locks soft chains to bind the arms of Princes, & make them
in that wish'd for bondage happy.
By Hippolyta, in The Custom of the Country (3.4.23-6), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24
 
4
– to him in sacred vow I have given this body, in him my mind inhabits
By Zenocia, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.121-22), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 25
 
our thread of life was spun
together –
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (5.4.90-1), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 25
 
– 4.
(jewels)
--& when I covet to give such toys as these
By Hippolyta, in The Custom of the Country (#3.2.161-62), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 26
 
Thus like the lazy minutes will I drop them which
past once are forgotten.
By Hippolyta, in The Custom of the Country (3.2.163-64), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 26
 
4
like a rich miser Hoard up the treasure you possess imparting Nor to yourself nor
others the use of them. They are to you but like enchanted Viands
On which you seem to feed, yet pine with hunger
By Guiomar, in The Custom of the Country (2.1.133-37), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 27
 
4.
and this makes him shunn'd of all fair societies.
By Manuel, in The Custom of the Country (2.1.59), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 33
 
I look down upon him with such contempt, & scorn As on my
slave.
By Duarte, in The Custom of the Country (2.1.91-92), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 33
 
compare with me? tis giantlike ambition.
By Duarte, in The Custom of the Country (2.1.99-100), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 33
 
- And those too many excellencies, that feed y our pride, turn to a Phi:
nity, & kill, That which should nourish virtue –
By Manuel, in The Custom of the Country (2.1.141-43), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 33
 
4
– now you may feast on my miseries
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (86-87), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 36
 
4.
Hide not that bitter pill I loath to swallow in such sweet words.
By Zenocia, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.92-93), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 39
 
4.
Arnoldo's very looks are fair examples. his common & indifferent
actions Rules, & strong ties of virtue —
By Zenocia, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.118-120), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 40
 
You are so heavenly good, no man can reach you
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.248), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 40
 
-- should My Zenocia die robbing this age of all that ’s good, or graceful.
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (5.4.25-26), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 40
 
--O thou dread power that madest this All, & of thy workmanship
this virgin wife the masterpiece, look down on her &c.
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (5.4.1-3), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 40
 
– Let innocence,
to which all passages in heaven stand open Appear in her white
robe before thy throne & mediate for her –
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (5.4.7-10), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 40
 
-- Never so laden with admired example—
By Guiomar, in The Custom of the Country (5.5.13), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 40
 
4.
what sacrifice of thanks, what age of service, what danger of
more dreadful look than death, what willing martyrdome to crown me constant may
merit such a goodness such a sweetness?
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.129-132), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 41
 
– let me first fall
Before y our feet & on them pay the duty I owe your goodness. next all blessings to you next, all blessings to you, And Heaven restore the joys I have bereft you, With full increase hereafter! living be the goddess styled of
hospitality.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (2.4.114-119), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 41
 
4.
– She hates, as heaven hates falsehood.
By Zenocia, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.108), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 42
 
– this heart
hate you, as if you were born my full antipathy
By Zenocia, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.236-37), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 42
 
-- I would spare that villain first, had cut my fathers throat.—
By Hippolyta, in The Custom of the Country (4.3.125-26), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 42
 
4
– lighter a pair of shackles will hang on you & a quieter a quartain
fever find you
By Zenocia, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.325-26), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 43
 
4.
give me some wine & fill it till it leap upon my lips.
By Clodio, in The Custom of the Country (1.2.33-34), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 44
 
Be sure the wines be lusty, high, & full of spirit and ambered all.
By Zabulon, in The Custom of the Country (3.2.5-6), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 44
 
4.
He's a name only. & all good in him He must derive from
his great grandsires ashes. For had not their victorious acts be-
queath’d His titles to him, & wrote on his forehead This is a
Lord, he had lived unobserved By any man of mark, & died as
one Among the common rout.
By Duarte, in The Custom of the Country (2.1.94-104), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 45
 
that man is truly noble, & he
may justly call that worth his own, which his deserts have purchased.
I could wish my birth were more obscure &c—
By Duarte, in The Custom of the Country (2.1.101-04), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 45
 
4
– we are stangers, wondrous hungry strangers, & charity
growing cold, & miracles ceasing, with out a conjuror's help,
cannot find when we shall eat again.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (2.3.5-8), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 46
 
– hope is a
poor salad to dine, & sup with after a two days fast too.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (2.3.21-22), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 46
 
4.
well, blind fortune, thou hast the prettiest changes,
when thou art pleased to play thy game out wantonly –
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (3.2.37-39), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 47
 
--another smile. another trick of fortune to betray us.
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (4.3.204-05), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 47
 
4.
– the tempest we have met in our uncertain voyage were smooth gales
compared to those, the memory of my lusts raised in my conscience
By Clodio, in The Custom of the Country (3.5.2-5), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 48
 
--Then we live indeed, when we can go to rest with out alarum Given every mintue to a guilt-sick conscience. To keep
us waking, & rise in the morning secure in being innocent; but
when in the remembrance of our worser actions we ever bear about us whips,
& furies To make the day a night of sorrow to us Even life’s a
burden .----
By Doctor, in The Custom of the Country (4.1.6-14), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 48
 
4. a Bravo.
pay him, he'll do anythingI have brought him, sir; a fellow that will do it, thought hell stood
in his way.
By Zabulon, in The Custom of the Country (2.4.1-2), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 49
 
He has a strange aspect, & looks much like the
figure of a hangman. In a table of the passion.
By Leopold, in The Custom of the Country (4.2.3-5), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 49
 
– a fleshed
ruffian, who hath so often taken the strappado, that tis to him but
as a lofty trick Is to a tumbler. he hath perus’d too all
dungeons in the kingdomPortugual. thrice seven years row’d in the gallies
for three several murders. Though I presume that he has done a hundred, and scap'd unpunish'd.
By Zabulon, in The Custom of the Country (4.2.6-13), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 49
 
I'll undertake, shall kill a man for twenty
By Zabulon, in The Custom of the Country (4.2.22), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 49
 
but will not beat him under 500. for then he may rec over, & be reveng’d: for a dog that's dead, The Spanish proverb says, will never bite
By Bravo, in The Custom of the Country (4.2.26-7), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 49
 
4.
– more misery? more ruin? Under what angry star is
my life governed?
By Clodio, in The Custom of the Country (4.3.201-02), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 50
 
-- adverse fortune bandying us from
one hazard to another.
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (5.4.57-58), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 50
 
4
– this second Hecate, this great commandress of the fatal sisters,
that as she pleases can cut short, or lengthen the thread of life—
By Zabulon, in The Custom of the Country (5.2.22-25), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 51
 
Why should I twine my Arms to Cables? sigh my soul to
Air? sit up all night like a watching candle? Distill
my brains through my eye-lids?
By Sulpitia, in The Custom of the Country (TLN1114-1116), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 71
 
So wise, as if you had eaten nothing but brains & marrow
of Machiavelli: you tip your speeches with Italian motti; spanish
refraines & English Quoth-Hees. Believe me, there's not a
a proverb salts your tongue, but plants whole colonies
of white Hairs.
By Sulpitia, in The Custom of the Country (TLN2282-2287), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 71
 
Fy! Wise Lovers are most absurd.
By Sulpitia, in The Custom of the Country (TLN2295-2296), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 71