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 ye countries laws I shd so easily sound all
yr depth, & rise up such a wonder, yt ye pleaders yt now are
in most practice, & esteem shd starve for want of clients. If I
traveld like wise Ulysses to see men, & manns, I would returne
in act more knowing yn Hom ^ere could fancy him. If a physitian
so oft I would restore death-wounded men, That where I li’vd
Galen shd not be nam’d, & he yt joynd again ye scattd limbs Of
torn Hippolita shd be forgotten. I could teach Ovid courtship. how
to win A Julia, & enjoy her, tho her dower were all ye Sun gives
light to. And for arms, were ye Persian hoast yt drank up rivs
added to ye Turks psent power, I could coon, & marshall ym
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’le take her eye as soone
as she looke on me. And if I come to speak once, woe be to her;
I have her in a nooze, she cannot scape me.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (5.5.36-38), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 3
 
– Ile makes a
Nun forget her beads in 2 howers.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (5.5.42), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 3
 
– Shee’s mine owne: I
told you wt a spell I carried wth me.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (5.5.76-77), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 3
 
4
– fy fy how lumpish? In a young ladies armes 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 hath so many doors to let out life I will not long survive ym
By Zenocia, in The Custom of the Country (2.2.35-36), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 10
 
4.
– I nev saw so small a bark wth such incredible val so long
defended, & agst such ods, & by 2 men scarse 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 ye courage they exprst being taken, & ye contemt of death
won more upō me yn all they did being free. me thinks I
see ym yet wn they were brought aboard us disarmd & ready
to be putt in fetts How on ye suddain as if they had sworne
nev to tast ye bread of servitutde Both snatchḡ up yr swords
& frō this Virgin Takḡ a farewell only wth yr eyes They leapt
into ye sea --
By Leopold, in The Custom of the Country (2.2.9-18), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 11
 
& wth such strength & cunning, they swim ming did delude ye rising billows, wth one hand making way
& wth ye other yr bloody swords advanc’t, threatng ye seagods
wth war, unlesse they brought ym safely of yt 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’ee love as painters doe, only some peices, some cert. handsom
touches of y or Mistris, & let ye mind pass by you unexamin’d?
By Zenocia, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.224-226), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 12
 
4.
– Once wellangerd, & like a sea, they roule, tosse, & chafe
a weeke 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 divell, thou varnisht peice 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 faire play, & above board too, I have a
foolish gin heere I say no more, & if y or hon or s gutts are
not inchanted ____
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 to feele my fortune, & tame a savage.
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 or witherd flowers, y or autumn sweets by ye hote
sunn ravisht 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
 
Thus round about no merry
noise; nor lusty songs be heard here, nor full cups crownd wth
wine make ye 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--& prethee
let thy Lute weepe.
By Charino, in The Custom of the Country (2.1.11-12), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 19
 
– Close retiremts! No visitants ad mitted, not ye day, these sable colos, all signs of tru 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, yt warm ye fancy, nor noth. in her face, but
handsom ruines.
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 Mris, sure
you shd not be wth out a neat historicall 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 farme his custome.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.61-62), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
--a towne bull is a meer stoick to this fellow, & a Spanish, jennet a grave philosopher, & a spanish jennet a most
vertuous 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 a mountain
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.158), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
– A Caniball
yt feeds on ye heads of maids
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.155), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
– a rogue yt breaks young
wenches to ye saddle
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.167), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
& knowes ye ꝑfect mannage
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.174), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
excellt dissectr, yt has cutt up more 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 univsall rutter--
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.2.24-25), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
-- o’ yor kidnies
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 ye dog leeres!
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.264), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
– hote, so fiery
& my blood beats alarums thro 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? Hee’l get you those as fast, & thick as flieblows.
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, & yt country breeds not Precisians yt way, but
hote 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 he were Crowtrodden. fy how his has shrink unđunder him!
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (4.4.54-55), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
- appears like a rascall yt 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
 
- Draws his legs aft him 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 ye old Lady!
I tame a kind of waitgwom. lies cross my back too. ô 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
 
– ye worst exercise in ye world. to be drunk wth good
Canary a meer Julip, or like gourd wat to it. 20 surfets
come short of one nightsworke.
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 kennell, I’le keep yor house & bark,
& feed on bare bones. & be whipt out of doores.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (4.4.119-21), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22
 
& rather yn laborḡ
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 ye roses, & ye lillies, the
spring yt youth & love adornd her love wth
By Sulpitia, in The Custom of the Country (5.2.3-5), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 23
 
-- ye image of pale death stampt on her forehead.
By Zabulon, in The Custom of the Country (5.2.21), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 23
 
-- putt on all her beauties, all her enticemts, outblush damask
roses, & dim ye breaking East wth her bright chrystalls.
By Clodio, in The Custom of the Country (1.2.46-8), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24
 
-- ye beautteous huntress. Diana shews an Ethiope 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! wt pcious peice of nature to pose ye
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! wt starrs are there?
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (3.2.69), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24
 
-- ye abstract of all sweetnesse,
By Zabulon, in The Custom of the Country (3.2.75), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24
 
--as faire as if ye mor= ning bare her. Imagination nev 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 flattered me yt sd my looks were charms, my touches fet: ters. My locks soft chains to bind ye arms of Princes, & make ym
in yt wisht 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’ve 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
 
yr thred 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)
--& wn I list to give such toies of lesser
By Hippolyta, in The Custom of the Country (#3.2.161-62), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 26
 
Thus like ye lazy minutes will I drop ym wch
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 yor treasure imꝑtg Nor to yors nor
others ye use of ym. They are to you but like inchanted Viands
On wch you seeme to feed, yet pine wth hunger
By Guiomar, in The Custom of the Country (2.1.133-37), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 27
 
4.
– now swoln so high yt he is shun’d of all faire 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 upō him wth such content, & scorne 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 wth mee? 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
 
- yor too many excellencies, yt feed y or pride, turne to a Phi:
nity, & kill, wt they shd no wish, Vertue –
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 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 yt bitt 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.
his very looks are faire examples. his comon & indiff.
actions Rules, & strong ties of vertue —
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
 
-- shd she dye robbḡ this age of all yt ’s good, or gracefull.
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (5.4.25-26), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 40
 
--O yn dread power yt mads’t this All, & of thy workmanship
this maid ye mastpeice, 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 iocence,
to wch 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
 
-- a nation laden wth admir’d example—
By Guiomar, in The Custom of the Country (5.5.13), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 40
 
4.
wt sacrifice of thanks, wt age of service, wt danger of
more dreadf look yn death, wt willing martyrdome &c may
merit such a goodnesse &c
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.129-132), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 41
 
– Lett me first fall
Before y or feet & on you pay ye duty I ow yor goodnes. next all blessings to you may you ever be the Goddesse stil’d of
hospitalitie.
By Rutilo, in The Custom of the Country (2.4.114-119), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 41
 
4.
– one I hate, as heaven hates falshood.
By Zenocia, in The Custom of the Country (1.1.108), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 42
 
– this hearte
hates you, as 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’d love yt villain first, had cutt 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
– a p of shackles will hang tighter on you & a quartain
fever find you quieter
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 upō my lipps.
By Clodio, in The Custom of the Country (1.2.33-34), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 44
 
Lett ye wines be lusty, & high, & full of spirit and amberd all.
By Zabulon, in The Custom of the Country (3.2.5-6), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 44
 
4.
Hee’s a name onely. & all good in him He must derive frō
his great grandsires ashes. For had not yr victorious acts be-
queath’d His titles to him, & wrot on his forehead This is a
Ld, he had liv’d unobserv’d By any man of mark, & dyed as
one Among ye coon rout.
By Duarte, in The Custom of the Country (2.1.94-104), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 45
 
yt man is truly noble, & he
may justly call yt worth his own, wch his deserts have purchast.
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
– wee are stangers, wonderous hungry strangers, & charity
growing cold, & miracles ceasing, wth out a conjuerers help, I
cannot find wn wee shall eat againe.
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 sallad to dine, & sup wth aft a 2 daies 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 ye prettiest changes,
wn thou it pleas’d 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 deceive us.
By Arnoldo, in The Custom of the Country (4.3.204-05), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 47
 
4.
– ye tempest well met wth at sea were smooth gales
compar’d to those, ye memory of my lusts raisd in my consc.
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, wn we can goe to rest wth out a larum Given evy mintue to a guiltsick consc.. To keep
us wakḡ, & rise in ye mornḡ secure in being iocent; but
wn yn the remembr. of or worser actions we ev bear about us whips,
& furies To make ye day a night of sorrow to us Even life’s a
burthen .----
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, & hee’l do anyth.ḡ tho 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 ye
figure of a hangman. In a table of ye passion.
By Leopold, in The Custom of the Country (4.2.3-5), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 49
 
– a fleshd
ruffian, who hath so often taken ye strappado, yt tis to him but
as a lofty trick Is to a tumbler. he hath perus’d too all
dungeons in ye kingd.. thrice 7 yeares row’d in ye gallies
for 3 sevall murthers. & scapt unpunisht for a 100.
By Zabulon, in The Custom of the Country (4.2.6-13), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 49
 
He will kill a man for 10 pistolets.
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 und 500. for yn he may rec ov, & be reveng’d: But a dog yt’s dead will nev bite, s ye Span. ꝑvb.
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 ruine? Under wt angry starre is
my life govnd?
By Clodio, in The Custom of the Country (4.3.201-02), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 50
 
-- advse 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
– a 2d Hecate, ye great coandress of ye fatall sisters,
yt as she pleases can outshort, or lengthen ye 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 shd I twine my Arms to Cables? sigh my soul to
Air? sit up all night like a watchḡ candle? Distill
my brains thro my eyes?
By Sulpitia, in The Custom of the Country (TLN1114-1116), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 71
 
So wise, qu. he had Eat nothing but brains & marrow
of Machiavell: tips his speech with Ital. motti; spanish
Refranes & English Quoth-Hees. Beleeve me, not a
a provb falts yor 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 m. absurd.
By Sulpitia, in The Custom of the Country (TLN2295-2296), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 71