I know no Court but martial. No oily language but the shock of arms. No dalliance but with death. No lofty measure but weary, & sad marches.
By ,
in not in source (1.1.61-64),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 2
upon the edges of my enemies swords I have marched like whirlwinds, fury at this handwaiting, Death at my right, Fortune
my forlorn hope, when I have grappled with destruction, & tugg'd
with pale faced ruin, night, & mischief frighted to see a
new day break in blood.
By ,
in not in source (1.1.68-74),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 2
– this fellow with all his frights about him
& his furies, his 'larums, & his lances, swords and targets Nay case him up in armour
cap-a- pie, yet I durst undertake
By ,
in not in source (1.2.46-51),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 2
Sure she has
transform’d me, I had forgot my tongue clean. I never saw a face yet, but this is rare one, But I was able bodly to encounter it, And speak my mind: my lips were lock'd upon me This is divine & only served with reverence
By ,
in not in source (2.4.76-80),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 5
Ye keep a prating of y our points of manners, & fill my head
with lousy circumstances, better have ballets in’t. Your courtly worships how to put off my hat, you how to turn me, & you
forsooth how to blow my nose discreetly
By ,
in not in source (1.2.10-14),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 7
Yes Not for your beauty. though I confess it blows
the first fire in us. time as he passes by puts out that sparkle
Not for y our wealth although the world kneel to it, And make it all addition to a woman Fortune that
ruins all, makes that his conquest. Be honest & be virtuous
I'll admire ye
By ,
in not in source (3.2.139-145),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 12
1.
get thee to school, again, and talk of turnips, & find out the natural cause out why a dog
turns thrice about ere he lie down. there’s learning.
By ,
in not in source (3.2.121-23),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 18
– no tomb shall hold thee but these two arms. no trickments but my tears Over thy hearse my
sorrows like sad arms shall hand for ever On the toughest marble mine eyes shall weep thee out an Epitaph. &cet cetera.
By ,
in not in source (5.4.293-97),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 19
This soul I speak of (or rather salt,
to keep this heap of flesh from being a walking stench) like a
large Inn stands open for the entertainment of all impious practices, but there’s no corner an honest thought can take up, &c.
By ,
in not in source (5.1.47-52),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 23
2.
to get upon my great horse, & appear the sign of such a man
& trot my measures, or fiddle out whole frosty nights my friends under the
window, while my teeth keep tune, I hold no handsomeness.
By ,
in not in source (2.1.22-6),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 25
— But I'll not quarrel with this gentleman
for wearing stammel breeches. or this gamester for playing a
a thousand pounds that owes me nothing &c
By ,
in not in source (1.1.86-89),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 37
Ignoramus wears that spacious Inkhorn all a
vacation, only to c u re tetters: & his penknife to
weed corns from the splay toes of the right worshipful
By ,
in not in source (4.1.33, 51-54),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 70
Impudent pawn! For thy sake at this Minute modesty suf
fers all that 's virtuous, blushes; & truth's self like the sun
vexed with a Mist, looks red with Anger.
By ,
in not in source (2.2.143-147),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72
Excellent fair! If God did All
Tis in grain, Sir, ’Twill
Endure Wind & weather!
Tis Beauty truly blent, who
’s red & white Nature's own sweet & cunning hand laid on.
By ,
in not in source (TLN529-531),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 79
I would thou couldst stammer, that thou mightst pour this concealed man out of thy mouth,
as wine comes out of a narrow-mouthed bottle; either too much at once, or none at all.
By ,
in not in source (TLN1394-1397),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84
he refused it the Rabblement hooted and clapped their chapped
hands, and threw up their sweaty nightcaps, & uttered such a
deal of stinking breath
By ,
in not in source (TLN348-351),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 95
That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that, which melteth Fools, I mean sweet
Words, Low crooked curt'sies, & base Spaniel-fawning.
By ,
in not in source (TLN1248-1250),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96
(of Warwick’s fall
Thus yields the Cedar to the Axes Edge, whose Arms gave
shelter to the princely Eagle, Under whose shade the
ramping Lion slept, whose top branch overpeered
Jove’s spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from Winter’s
powerful wind.
By ,
in not in source (TLN2812-2816),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 103
–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
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
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
By Ben Jonson
Still to be neat, still to be dressed,
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powdered, still perfumed lady it is to be perfumed
Though arts hid causes are not found
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Give me a look, give me a face
That makes simplicity a grace: robes loosely flowing, hair as free.
Such sweet neglect more taketh me. than all th'adulteries of art
They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
By ,
in not in source (1.1.71-82),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 10309, f. 100v
Verses before a Masque
Gentlemen you are welcome, but not from me,
For god’s my judge, do but let you see
Men; whom of late, from out the Northerns sands
The sea belched up, upon our fruitful lands,
They are all males, put yo u but females to’um
They will not stick in bawdy terms to woo them
I brought them hither for to make yo u sport
And when that’s done we will whip them to the court.
They’re skilled in horn pipes, Jigs, & country-rounds
God save King James, the devil take his hounds.
By not in source,
in not in source (unknown),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 10309, f.140v
Theres nothing that I love but thou lovest it too. I weare not my owne heart about mee, but this exchange; thy eyes let in my objects, thou hearst for mee, talkst, kisst, and enjoyst all my felicities
By ,
in not in source (1.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 72v
ibid
to do the comedians justice, amongst whom some are held comparable
with the best that are or have been, and the most of them deserving a name.
in the file of those that are eminent for graceful and unaffected action.
By ,
in not in source (ToTheReader),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r
Oh, the blindness of a covetous, wretched father, that is led only by the ears, and in love with sounds! Nature had done well to have thrust him into the world without an eye, that, like a mole is so affected to base earth, and there means to dig for prardise.
By ,
in not in source (2.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80r
He does appear ( The word document and his typical writing make this seem as though it was supposed to be "/" rather than "(". Is this something we should change, or go with the way it still appears as is? -SH with all the charms of love upon his eye; / and not rough drawn but polished.
By ,
in not in source (2.2),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80r
Didst thinke I was a piece of stone sawn out / by carvers art, so cold, so out of soul, / so
empty of all fire to warm my blood, / I'd lie with thee, worse than the frigid zone.
By ,
in not in source (4.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80v
(speaking of a leane man)
I think the picture of either of your faces in a ring, with a memento mori would be as sufficient a mortification
as lying with an anatomy.
By ,
in not in source (1.3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
All the graces speak in my girl: each syllable doth carry / a volume of thy goodness, know my
girl / that place wherein I lock so rich a jewel, / I do pronounce again shall be thy
paradise: / thy paradise my Eugenia saving that / in this man only finds no being.
By ,
in not in source (1.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82r
Admit there be a lady whome a prince / might court for her affection; of a beauty /
great as her virtue, add unto them birth / equal to both, and all three but in her / not
to be match'd
By ,
in not in source (1.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
But there where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs Or else dries up--to be discarded thence-- to be discarded thence-- or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in!
By ,
in not in source (TLN2752-2757),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 84r
cook see all [your] sauces be sharp and poignant in [the] palate, that they may Commend you;look to your roast and baked meats handsomely andwhat neww kickshawes.
By ,
in not in source (3.2.10-13),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86r
When [your] cold blood shall starve [your] wanton thoughts,| and [your] slow pulse beat like [your] body's knell, |
When time hath snowed upon [your] hair .|
By ,
in not in source (5.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 87r
A. B. A.
Oh take heed my lord / it is no warring against heavenly powers / who can
command their conquest when they please / they can forebear the giants that throw
stones / and smile upon their follies but when [they] frown / their angers
fall down perpendicular / and strike their weak opposer into nothing / the thunder tell us so
By ,
in not in source (1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
Act: 3.
Oh here's a morning like a grey-eyed wench / able to entice a man
to leap out of his bed / if he love hunting had he as many corns
on his toes / as there are cuckolds in the city.
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
Oh sweet affliction thou blest book being written / by divine fingers; you chains
that bind my body / to free my soul you wheels that wind me up / to an eternity of happiness, muster my holy thoughts, and as I / write, organ of heavenly
music to mine ears / haven to my shipwreck, balm to my wounds / sunbeams which e> on me comfortably shine / when clouds of death are covering me: so gold as I by thee, by fire is purified; so showers / quicken
the spring so rough seas / bring mariners home, giving them gains and ease
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
(one in a dungeon seeing an angel)
O mines eyes / I that am shut from light
have all the light / which e> the world sees by, here some heavenly / fire
is thrown about the room / and burns so clearly mine eyeballs /
drop out blasted at the sight.
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
my honoured father, that grieved daughter thus / thrice every day to heaven
lifts her poor hand / for your release / and will grow old in vows unto
those powers / till they fall on me loaden with my wishes.
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
A: B.
love dresses here he wanton amorous bowers / sorrow has made
perpetual winter here / and all my thoughts are icy May want to check this in manuscript; looks like "scy" but unsure -SH past the reach / of
what loves fires can thaw.
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
I told you of a palace walled with gold Short line skipped here: "Hubert: I do remember it." Should we skip? -SH / the floor of sparkling diamonds and the
Can we check this label? It's oddly placed -SH roof studded with stars shining as bright as fire.
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
xx
I woe thee to love thyself, to love a
thing within thee / more curious than the frame of all this world / more lasting
than the engine over our heads / whose wheels haue moved so many thousand years, this thing is thy soul.
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
xx
a Here, the word document transcription says "few," but the script says "Iew," and the context of the line makes me thing it says "Jew??" I really want to check up with you on this before I put this in for certain -SH burns pretty well, but if you mark him he burns upwards, the fire takes him by the nose first.
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
but your Puritan Eugenius will burn blew, blew, Is this supposed to be blue? -SH
like a white-bread sop You may want to check this word too -SH in aqua vitae.
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
to lose the fellowship / of angels, lose the harmony of blessings / which e> Something unintelligible here on the manuscript? -SH
all martyrs with eternity.
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
xx.
hast thou constant stood / in a bad cause? clap a new
armour on / and fight May also be "sight" according to script, you may want to check -SH now in a good
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113r
Lets number out the hours by blisses / and count the minutes by
our kisses / let the heavens new motions feel / and by our embra
ces wheel / and whilst we try the way / by which love doth
convey / soul into soul / and mingling so / makes them such
raptures know / as makes them entranced lie / in mutual
ecstasy / let the harmonious spheres in music roll
By ,
in not in source (4.5_sigH2),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 114r
I leave him to your gracious acceptance whose
trial shall better publish his commendations.
By ,
in not in source (TLN1995-1995),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 5v
they cannot praise our dressings, kiss our hands usher us to our litters, tell love stories, commend our feet and legs and search upwards a sweet becoming boldness.
By ,
in not in source (1.3.56-59),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 7r
The choicest treasure nature endowed
us with is mind =
Up in the veins of my two daughters =
Tis familiar with your knowledge =
By Basilius,
in not in source (1.1),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 7v
An your resolution be so forward ours shall
overtake you · we doubted least the preferments your Lord hath
heaped upon you had smothered your affections
to us =
By Julio,
in not in source (1.[3]),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 7v
Though I hate nothing more than a man that
takes bribes yet prest by your importunity and that you tender it in love least I might seem too nice to witsthand a Lady's favourI'll wear it for your sake =
By Dametas,
in not in source (1.[4]),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 7v
If Violetta's presence ha’ not quenched the memo
ry of all things but herself I should be more fa
miliar with that face:
By Lisander,
in not in source ([2.1]),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8r
sweet ladies to save you the expense of much
breath which must be laid out in the purchase
of the game I have provided you this stand from
whence your eyes may be commanders of the sport
By Dametas,
in not in source ([2.2]),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8r
my great grandfather was a rat-catcher my gra-
ndsire a hangman, my father a promoter, my self an
informer:
By ,
in not in source ([3.1]),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
Answer:
Seek not to grieve that heart that is thy own in lov es
Sweet fires: let heat of rage burn out These brows could never yet to
wrinkle learn: Nor anger out of such fair eyes look forth:
By ,
in not in source (2.1.24-30),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
What shame is't to be mastered by such beauty
Who but to serve you comes how wants he duty
Or if it be a shame the shame is yours the fault is only
in your eyes they drew me cause you were lovely therefore did
I love.
O if to love you, anger you so much
You should not have such cheeks nor lips to touch
You should not have your snow nor coral spy'd
If you but look on us in vain you chide.
we must not see your face nor here your speak
now whilst you love forbid you love do teach
By ,
in not in source (2.1.32-42),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
sweet receive it and in it my heart, and when
thou readest a moving syllable think that my
soul was secretary to it
By ,
in not in source (1.1.407-409),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
Thou shalt as soone find truth telling a lie virtue a bawd honesty a courtier as me turned re
creant to thy least design,
By ,
in not in source (2.1.87-89),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
Grace me to wear this favor 'tis a gem that veils to your eyes, though not to th'eagle's and in exchange
give me one word of comfort,
By ,
in not in source (2.1.101-104),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
As for those that will (by faults which charity
hath raked up or common honesty concealed
make themselves a name with the multitude
or (to draw their rude and beastly claps) care not whose living faces they entrench
with their petulant styles: may they do
it without a rituallrival for me: I choose rather to live graved in obscurity than share
with them in so preposterous a fame.
By Epistle,
in not in source (Epistle 53-58),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, cols. 699-700
>–their mis’cline interludes, what learned or liberal soul doth not already abhor? where nothing
but the garbage of the time is uttered
–with brothelry able to violate the ear
of a Pagan, and blasphemy to turn the blood of a Christian to water.
By Epistle,
in not in source (Epistle 66-70),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 700
Receive as your protested due. Faith, my heart, I am your servant. Oh, let not my secure simplicity Breed you mislike, as one quite void of skill; 'Tis grace enough in us not to be ill. I can some good, and, faith, I mean no hurt; Do not, then, sweet, wrong sober ignorance. I judge you all of virtue, and our vows Should kill all fears that base distrust can move.
By ,
in not in source (2.1.18-26),
not in source
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.96r
So like a Courtier Contempt notnor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness, if they were His Equal had awakened them. and his honour Clock to itself knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak and at this time His tongue obeyed his hand: Who were below him He used as Creatures of another place And bowed his imminent top to their low ranks Making them proud of his humility In their poor praise he humbled __
By ,
in not in source (TLN282-291),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 4v
Usurer over lending to the men that abased and ridiculed him
Signior Antonio many a time and oft In the Ryalto you have rated me About my moneys and my Usances: Still have I born it with a patient Shrug (For sufferance is the badge of all our Tribe.) You call me misbeliever Cut-throat Dog And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then it now appears you need my Help Go to then; you come to me, and you say Shylock, we would have moneys, you say so. You that did void your Rheum upon my Beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold Moneys is your suit What should I say to you? Should I not say Hath a dog money! is it possible A Cur should lend three thousand ducats? or Shall I bend low, and in a bondmans key With bated breath and whispering humbleness Say this: Fair Sir you spit me on Wednesday last You spurned me such a day; another time You called me Dog: and for these Curtesies I'll lend you thus much moneys__
By ,
in not in source (TLN434-454),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 17r
Advice of An Old Miser to his daughter against seeing Masks.__
Hear you me Jessica Lock up my doors and when you hear the Drum And the vile squealing of the wrynecked Fife Clamber not you up to the Casements then, Nor thrust your head into the public street To gaze on Christian Fools with varnished faces: But stop my houses ears I mean my casements: Let not the sound of shallow Foppery enter My sober house. –
By ,
in not in source (TLN864-872),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 17r
A miser robbed by his Daughter
I never heard a passion so So strange Outrageous and Variable As the dog Jew did utter in the streets My Daughter O My Ducats O my Daughter Fled with a Christian O my Christian Ducats Justice the Law my Ducats and my Daughter A sealed bag, two sealed bags of Ducats Of Double Ducats, stolen from me by my Daughter And Jewels two rich and precious stones Stolen by my Daughter: Justice find the Girl She hath the stones upon her and the Ducats
By ,
in not in source (TLN1067),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 17r
Of the parting of Friends.
And even there his eye being big with Tears Turning his Face he put his hand behind him And with Affection wondrous sensible He wrung Bassanio's hand and so they parted
By ,
in not in source (TLN1102-1105),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 17r
Of Honour & Wit___
O that Estates Degrees and Offices Were not arrived corruptly, and that dear Honour Were purchased by the merit of the Wearer How many then should cover that stand bare How many be commanded that command
By ,
in not in source (TLN41-49),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 17r
How much low P
How much low Peasantry would then be gleaned From the true seed of Honour! And how much Honour Picked from the Chaffe and Ruin of the Times To be new- varnished.
By ,
in not in source (TLN1158-1161),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 17r
Of Swimming
I saw him beat the Surges under him And ride upon their backs, he trod the Water Whose Enmity he flung aside, and brested The Surge most swollen that met him: his bold head 'Bove the Contentious waves he kept, and oared Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that ore his wav ed -worn basis bowed As stooping to relieve him---
By ,
in not in source (TLN786-793),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 25v
Of Ill timd Reflection
--- The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness And Time to speak it in you rub the Sore When you should bring the plaster —
By ,
in not in source (TLN812-814),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 25v
Of Beauty
—full many a Lady I have eyed with best Regard, and many a Time Th’harmony of their Tongues hath into Bondage Brought my too diligent Ear, for several virtues Have I liked several Women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed And put it to the foil –
By ,
in not in source (TLN1283-129),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 25v
Now Iras, what thinkst Thou
— mechanic slaves With greasy Aprons Rules and Hammers shall Uplift us to the View. In their thick breaths Rank of gross diet shall we be enclouded And forced to drink their Vapour
By ,
in not in source (TLN3451-3455),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 34v
Conduct for a fortunate man Be opposite with kinsman – surly with servantslet thy tongue tang arguments of stateput thy self into the trick of singularity—
By ,
in not in source (TLN1154-1156),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38