upō ye edges of my enemies swords I’ve mcht like whirl= winds, fury at this handwaiting, Death at my right, Fortune
my forlorne hope, wn I have grapled wth destruction, & tug’d
wth pale fac’t ruine, night, & mischiefe frighted to see a
new day breake in blood.
By ,
in not in source (1.1.68-74),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 2
– this fellow wth all his frights about him
& his furies, his larms, & his lances, Nay case him up in armor
cap-a- pea, yet I durst undtake r.
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 cleane. My lips were lockt upō me. I nev before saw a face but I was able boldly to encount it, & speak my mind; This is divine & only servd wth revnce
By ,
in not in source (2.4.76-80),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 5
You keep a prating of y or points of manns, & fill my head
wth lowsy circumstances, bett have ballets in’t. Yr courtly
worship how to put of my hat, you how to turne 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
I love you. Not for yor beauty. Tho I confesse it blowes
ye first fire in us. time as he passes by puts out yt sparckle
Not for y or wealth altho ye world kneele to it, Fortune yt
ruines all, makes yt his conquest. Be honest & be vertuous
I'le admire you
By ,
in not in source (3.2.139-145),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 12
– no tomb shall hold
ye but these 2 arms. no trickmts but my tears Ov thy hearse my
sorrows like sad arms shall hand for ev On ye toughest marble
my eyes shall weep ye 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 soule (or rather salt,
to keep this heap of flesh frō being a walking stench) like a
large Inne stands open for ye enttainment of all impious practi ses, but there’s no corn 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 gett upō my great horse, & appeare ye signe of such a man
& trott my measures, or fiddle out whole frosty nights under ye
window, while my teeth keep tune, I hold no handsomenesse.
By ,
in not in source (2.1.22-6),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 25
Ignoramus shall wear his spatious Inkhorn all a
vacatiŏ, only to c u re tetters: & his penknife to
weed corns fro ye splay toes of ye right worfull
By ,
in not in source (4.1.33, 51-54),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 70
Impudent! For thy sake at this Minute modesty suf
fers all yt 's vertuous, blushes; & Truth like ye sun
vext wth a Mist, looks red wth Anger.
By ,
in not in source (2.2.143-147),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 72
Excellt fair! If G. did All R.
Tis in grain, Sr, ’Twill
Endure Wind & weather!
Tis Beauty truly blent, who
’s red & white Nre’s own sweet & cunn hand laid on.
By ,
in not in source (TLN529-531),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 79
Wn he refus'd ye Rabblement howled & clapt yr chopt
hands, threw up yr sweaty nightcaps, & utterd such a
deal of stinkḡ breath yt Cesar swoon'd
By ,
in not in source (TLN348-351),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 95
(of Warwick’s fall
Thus yields ye Cedar to ye Axes Edge, Who’s Arms gave
shelter to ye princely Eagle, Under Who’s shade the
ramping Lion slept, Who’s top branch overpeerd
Jove’s spreadḡ tree, And kept low shrubs from Winter’s
powerf. wind.
By ,
in not in source (TLN2812-2816),
not in source
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 103
–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
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
By Ben Jonson
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were goeing to a feast;
Still to be pouder'd, still pfum'd
Ladie it is to be presum'd
Though arts hid causes are not found
All is not sweete, all is not sound.
Give me a looke, give me a face
That makes simplicitie a grace:
Roabe loosely hanging, hayre as free.
Such sweet neglect more taketh me.
Then all the spurious feats of art
They please mine eyes, but not my hart.
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 y’are welcome, but not from me,
For god’s my judge, doe but let you see
Men; whom of late, from out ye Northerns sands
The sea belcht up, upon our fruitfull lands,
They are all males, put yo u but females to’um
They will not sticke in baudy termes to woo 'um
I brought them hither for to make yo u sport
And when that’s done we’le whip them to ye court.
They’re skill’d in horne-pipes, Jigs, & country-rounds
God save King James, the divell 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 yt 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
ib:
but it is onely to doe ye comoedians justice, among whome some are held comparable
with ye best yt are or have binn, and ye most of them deserving a name.
in ye 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
Hee 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 wth all ye charmes of love upon his eye; / and not rough drawn but polishd.
By ,
in not in source (2.2),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80r
Didst thinke I was a peece of stone sawne oute / by carvers art, soe cold, soe out of soule, / soe
empty of all fire to warme my blood, / Ide lie wth thee, worse then ye frigid zone.
By ,
in not in source (4.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80v
All graces speake in my girle: each syllable doth carry / a volume of thy goodnesse, know my
girle / yt place wherein I locke soe rich a jewell, / I doe pronounce againe shall bee thy
paradice: / thy paradice my Eugenia saving yt / in this man onely finds noe being.
By ,
in not in source (1.1),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82r
Admit there bee a lady whome a prince / might court for her affection; of a beauty /
great as her vertue, adde unto them birth / equall to both, and all t3 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
When [your] cold blood shall stacue [your] wanton thoughts,| and [your] slow pulse beate like [your] bodies knell, |
When time hath snowed vpon [your] haire .|
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 ld / it is noe warring ag: heuenly powers / who can
ↄman their ↄquest when they please / they can forbeare ye gyants yt throw
stones / and smile upon their follies but when [they] frowne / their angers
fall downe perpendicular / and strike their weake opposer into noething
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-eyd wench / able to entice a man
to leape out of his bed / if hee love hunting had hee as many cornes
on his toes / as there are cuckolds in ye citty.
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
Oh sweet afflicon thou blest booke beeing written / by divine fingers; you chaines
yt bind my body / to free my soule you wheeles yt wind mee up / to an eternity of happinesse, mustre my holy thoughts, and as I / write, organ of heavenly
musicke to mine eares / haven to my shipwracke, balme to my wounds / sunbeames wch e> on mee comfortably shine / when clouds of death are covering mee: so gold as I by thee, by fire is purified; so showres / quicken
ye spring so rough seas / bring mariners home, giving them gaines 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 yt am shut from light
have all ye light / wch e> ye world sees by, here some heavenly / fire
is throwne about ye roome / and burnes so clearely mine eyeballs /
drop out blasted at ye sight.
By ,
in not in source (3),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
my honourd father, yt greiued daughter thus / thrice every day to heaven
lifts her poore hand / for yr release / and will grow old in vowes unto
those powers / till they fall on mee loaden wth 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
perpetuall winter here / and all my thoughts are icy May want to check this in manuscript; looks like "scy" but unsure -SH past ye 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 pallace walld wth gold Short line skipped here: "Hubert: I do remember it." Should we skip? -SH / ye floore of sparkling diamonds and ye
Can we check this label? It's oddly placed -SH roofe studded wth 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 a
thing within thee / more curious then ye frame of all ye world / more lasting
then ye engine ore our heads / whose wheeles haue moved so many 1000 yeares,
it is thy soule.
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 burnes pretty well, but if you marke him hee burnes upwards, ye fire takes him by ye nose first.
By ,
in not in source (4),
not in source
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 111v
This is to loose ye fellowship / of angels, loose ye harmony of blessings / wch e> crowne Something unintelligible here on the manuscript? -SH
all martyrs wth 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 ye houres by blisses / and count ye minutes by
our kisses / let ye heavens new motions feel / and by our embra
ces wheel / and whilst we try ye wa / by wch love doth
convey / soul into soul / and mingling so / makes them such
raptures know / as makes them entrancd lie / in mutual
extasy / let ye harmonius sphears in musicke rowl
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
triall shall better publish his commendations.
By ,
in not in source (TLN1995-1995),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 5v
I cannot praise your dresses, kisse your hand usher you to your litter, commend your feete and legs and so search upwards a sweete becomming boldnesse.
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 minde =
Up in the veines 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
If your resolution be so forward ours shall
overtake you · wee feared the preferments
heaped on 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 then a man that
takes bribes yet prest by your importunity
lest I might seeme to nice Ile accept it =
By Dametas,
in not in source (1.[4]),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 7v
If violettaes presence ha’ not quenched the memo
ry of all things but her selfe 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
Sweete ladyes to save you the expense of much
breath which must be laide 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
It is great granfather a ratcatcher your gra-
ndsire a hangman, father a promoter, hee an
informer:
By ,
in not in source ([3.1]),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 8v
An:
Seeke not greeve that heart yt is thy owne in lov es
Sweete fires: These browes could never yet to
wrinkle learne: Nor anger out of such faire eyes
proceede:
By ,
in not in source (2.1.24-30),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
What shame ist to be mastred by such beauty
Who but to serve you comes how wants hee duty
Or if it be shame the shame is yours the fault only
in your eyes cause you are 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 corell spide
If you but looke on us in vayne you chide.
Wee must not see your face nor here your speak
now whilst you love forbid you love doe teach
By ,
in not in source (2.1.32-42),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 10r
Sweete receive it and in it my heart, and when
thou readst a moving syllable thinke that my
soule 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 finde truth telling a lye vertue a bawde honesty a courtier as me turnd re
creant to the least designe,
By ,
in not in source (2.1.87-89),
not in source
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 15r
these poets that will (by faults which charity
hath rakt up or common honesty conceald
make themselues a name with the multitude
or (to draw their rude and beastly claps)
hope the best of Lyfe ever ꝑt frō me. If there be ought in brayne hart or hand can make doubtles, I am your servant. your vertue wan mee, fayth my Love’s not Lust good, wrong me not, my next fault is much trust.
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 awakd 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 us’d as Creatures of another place And bowd his eminent 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 ye men that abasd and ridiculd him
Signior Antonio many a time and oft In ye Ryalto you have rated me About my moneys and my Usances: Still I have I born it with a patient Shrug (For sufferance is ye badge of all our Tribe.) You call’d me misbeliever Cut-throat Dog And spit upon my Jewish Gabberdine, And all for use of that wch 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 monies, you say so. You that did void your Rheum upon my Beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger Curr 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 whisp'ring humbleness Say this: Fair Sr you spit on me on Wednesday last You spurn'd me such a day; another time You call'd me Dog: and for these Curtesies Ile 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 ye Drum And ye vile squealing of ye wryneck'd Fife Clamber not you up to ye Casements then, Nor thrust your head into ye publick street To gaze on Christian Fools with varnish'd faces: But stop my houses ears I mean my casements: Let not ye 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 rob’d by his Daughter
I never heard a passion so confus’d So strange Outrageous and Variable As ye dog Jew did utter in ye 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, stoln from me by a Daughter And Jewels two rich and precious stones Stoln by my Daughter: Justice find ye Girl She hath ye stones upon her and ye 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 then 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 derivd corruptly, and that dear Honour Were purchas’d by ye merit of ye 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 glean'd From the true seed of Honour! And how much Honour Pick'd from ye Chaffe and Ruin of ye Times To be new- varnish'd.
By ,
in not in source (TLN1158-1161),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 17r
Of Swimming
I saw him beat ye Surges under him And ride upon their backs, he trod ye Water Whose Enmity he flung aside, and brested The Surge most swoln that met him: his bold head 'Bove ye Contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To th’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 ye Sore When you should bring ye plaister —
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 vertues Have I liked several Women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with ye noblest grace she owed And put it to ye foyle –
By ,
in not in source (TLN1283-129),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 25v
Now Iras, what thinkst Thou
— Mechanick slaves With greazy Aprons Rules and Hammers shall Uplift us to ye View. In their thick breaths Rank of gross Dyet shall we be enclowded And forc’d 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 relations – surly with servantslet thy tongue tang arguments of stateput thy self in ye trick of singularity—
By ,
in not in source (TLN1154-1156),
not in source
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 38