Baconian "Signatures" in Shakespeare and Others

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Baconian "Signatures" in Shakespeare and Others

1h6fConiurers and Sorcerers, that afraid of him,bekyen
1h6fA Talbot, a Talbot, cry'd out amaine, [140]beqen
1h6f Alan. They want their Porredge, & their fat Bul Beeues:nykeb
1h6fIf thou receiue me for thy Warlike Mate.noiQeb
1h6f Salisb. I grieue to heare what torments you endur'd,nicib
1h6fThe Sunne with one Eye vieweth all the World.niccib
1h6f Tal. Not altogether: Better farre I guesse,biykeyyiN
1h6fHow or which way; 'tis sure they found some place,naacyib
1h6f Enter Maior.biyQen
1h6fSo shall his Fathers wrongs be recompenc't.naKeb
1h6fAnd as his Father here was Conqueror;naKeb
1h6fIn signe whereof, this Arme, that hath reclaym'dnaEyqib
1h6fTo Burdeaux warlike Duke, to Burdeaux Yorke,noiHcoib
1h6fI met in trauaile toward his warlike Father;noiKeb
1h6fAnd like me to the pesant Boyes of France,noiqib
1h6fThou Icarus, thy Life to me is sweet:naacciib
1h6fCome, come, and lay him in his Fathers armes, [2260]naKeb
1h6fThat when thou com'st to kneele at Henries feete,niakiib
1h6fMarriage is a matter of more worth,naeqeb
2h6fThe Fairest Queene, that euer King receiu'd.biciyPn
2h6f Win. Item, It is further agreed betweene them, That thenakcyb
2h6fThese Counties were the Keyes of Normandie:niacciyib
2h6fHaue cost a masse of publique Treasurie.Byieacyn
2h6fI say, my Soueraigne, Yorke is meetest mannaqiib
2h6fThey know their Master loues to be aloft,nyQeab
2h6fEdward the Black-Prince dyed before his Father,naKeb
2h6fSeemes he a Doue? his feathers are but borrow'd,nakieb
2h6fHenry, my Lord, is cold in great Affaires,bEkken
2h6f'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of Law.naqiib
2h6fWho being accus'd a craftie Murtherer,niQcyb
2h6fTo free vs from his Fathers wrathfull curse,naKeb
2h6fTheir sweetest shade, a groue of Cypresse Trees:nyacciib
2h6fLooke with a gentle eye vpon this Wretch,naCCyib
2h6fThat layes strong siege vnto this wretches soule,naccyib
2h6fAnd thou that art his Mate, make boote of this:naQeb
2h6fwas he borne, vnder a hedge: for his Father had neuer a [2370]naKeb
2h6frah, tell the King from me, that for his Fathers sake Hen-naKeb
2h6fWho hateth him, and honors not his Father,naKeb
2h6fBut I must make faire weather yet a while,nyiccieb
3h6fAnd all that Poets faine of Blisse and Ioy.baken
3h6fI prythee grieue, to make me merry, Yorke.nicib
3h6fSo fled his Enemies my Warlike Father:noiKeb
3h6fShould loose his Birth-right by his Fathers fault,naKeb
3h6fA thousand men haue broke their Fasts to day,nyKeab
3h6fThat washt his Fathers fortunes forth of France,naKeb
3h6f Alarum. Enter a Sonne that hath kill'd his Father, atnaKeb
3h6fCame on the part of Yorke, prest by his Master:naQeab
3h6fOr as thy Father, and his Father did,naKeb
3h6fLooke, as I blow this Feather from my Face,naKieb
3h6f King. 'Twere pittie they should lose their FathersnyKeb
3h6fAnd lastly, to confirme that Amitienyqib
3h6f 1. Watch. 'Tis the Lord Hastings, the Kings chiefestnikiab
3h6f Rich. Now my Lord Hastings, and Sir William StanleyneqAb
3h6fAnd now may seeme as wise as vertuous,naieaciyb
3h6f Edw. But, Master Maior, if Henry be your King,biyQen
3h6fWee'le forward towards Warwicke, and his Mates;naQeb
3h6f War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:beccin
3h6fIf any sparke of Life be yet remaining,byiqen
3h6fI Seale vpon the lips of this sweet Babe. [3200]naacciib
3h6fTo say the truth, so Iudas kist his master,naqeab
1h4fwhere. If I trauell but foure foot by the squire further anyikcyb
1h4fPlague vpon you both. Bardolph, Peto: Ile starue ere IbeyciiyiN
1h4fto play the coward with thy Indenture, & shew it a faire [1010]beken
1h4fby the Tree, then peremptorily I speake it, there is VertuenaCiyb
1h4frable. Ile procure this fat Rogue a Charge of Foot,nakeb
1h4fNot you, in good sooth; and, as true as I liue;bycieaN
1h4fSeldome but sumptuous, shewed like a Feast,noieKieab
1h4fWhere now remaines a sweet reuersion.byiciyan
1h4fRise from the ground like feathered Mercury,noikieb
1h4f King. The King himselfe: who Dowglas grieues at hartniciaeb
1h4f Dow. I feare thou art another counterfeit:biykin
1h4fDid you not tell me this Fat man was dead?naKeb
1h4fIle gil'd it with the happiest tearmes I haue.bieyqiaN
2h4fThen did our Soldiers (ayming at their safety)nyaekib
2h4fhe had writ man euer since his Father was a Batchellour.naKeb
2h4fin Smithfield. If I could get mee a wife in the Stewes, IbicciaN
2h4f Ser. You mistake me Sir.beoiqiAn
2h4fIf a man wil curt'sie, and say nothing, he is vertuous: No,naciyb
2h4fmatter to get a Pottle-pots Maiden-head?baQen
2h4fnot too familiar with Pointz, for hee misuses thy Fauours sonacaiab
2h4fThrew many a Northward looke, to see his FathernaKeb
2h4f Enter Musique.biyQcan
2h4fardise, doth not make thee wrong this vertuous Gentle-naciyb
2h4fWilt thou, vpon the high and giddie Mast,niQeab
2h4fThis Percie was the man, neerest my Soule,nicceab
2h4fMy Friends, and Brethren (in these great Affaires) [1870]bEkken
2h4fIn very ample vertue of his Father,naKeb
2h4fBut you mis-vse the reuerence of your Place,nacaib
2h4fhee did naturally inherite of his Father, hee hath, likenaKeb
2h4fBetter Opinion, better Confirmation:nyqeb
2h4f Glou. O, good my Lord, you haue lost a friend indeed:bekyn
a&cfwould haue discredited your Trauaile.Byecen
a&cfRich in his Fathers Honor, creepes apacenaKeb
a&cf Cleo. You can do better yet: but this is meetly.naqiib
a&cf Enter Varrius.biyCeyyn
a&cfA space for farther Trauaile.Byecen
a&cf Enob. I will praise any man that will praise me, thoghnaiqib
a&cfHe Lessons his Requests, and to thee suesnaYivciab
a&cfI haue no eares to his request. The Queene,nayivciab
a&cfDoes conquer him that did his Master conquer,naQeab
a&cfI will oppose his Fate. Our force by Land,naKeb
a&cfI turne you not away, but like a MasternoieQeab
a&cfTheir wishes, do dis-Candie, melt their sweetsnyacciib
adofmy Lord, not with loue: proue that euer I loose morebiciyN
adofshould take root, but by the faire weather that you makenyiccieb
adofhence a iust seuen night, and a time too briefe too, to hauenikib
adof Prince. May be she doth but counterfeit.biykin
adofshe is vertuous. [990]naciyb
adofIs sicke in loue with Beatrice: of this matter,naqeb
adof Clau. Stand thee by Frier, father, by your leaue,niykeb
adofTooke vp a beggars issue at my gates,naacieb
adof Bene. Tarrie sweet Beatrice.niacciib
adofand vpon the griefe of this sodainely died: Master Con-nihQeab
adofther day: I said thou hadst a fine wit: true saies she, a finebyciaen
aylif Adam. Is old dogge my reward: most true, I hauebyciN
aylifmisprised: but it shall not be so long, this wrastler shallnaccyeab
aylifmore was this knight swearing by his Honor, for he ne-baccieyn
aylifsieur the Beu.nicyb
aylifthird: yonder they lie, the poore old man their Father,nyKeb
aylif Clo. But what is the sport Monsieur, that the Ladiesnicyb
aylif Ros. The Duke my Father lou'd his Father deerelie.naKeb
aylifWould he not be a comfort to our trauaile?byecen
aylifAnd yet it irkes me the poore dapled foolesnyoiaqib
aylifThe melancholy Iaques grieues at that,niciaeb
aylifOf him I was about to call his Father,naKeb
aylifHere's a yong maid with trauaile much oppressed,byecen
aylifThey most must laugh: And why sir must they so?nyqcab
aylif Iaq. I would faine see this meeting.naqiib
aylif Ros. Not true in loue?bycin
aylif Ros. Farewell Mounsieur Trauellor: looke younicyB
aylifLay cowching head on ground, with catlike watchnoicceb
aylifAh, sirra, a body would thinke this was well counterfei-biykin
aylifted, I pray you tell your brother how well I counterfei-biykin
aylif Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit tobiykin
aylifnent before marriage; they are in the verie wrath ofniccyeb
aylif Ros. I haue promis'd to make all this matter euen:naqeb
aylifDuke Frederick hearing how that euerie day [2730]biciyn
aylif Du.Se. Stay, Iaques, stay.Nevciaab
awwfmakes faire gifts fairer: for where an vncleane mind car-riesbaken
awwfOf euerie line and tricke of his sweet fauour.naacciib
awwfvirginitie was first lost. That you were made of, is met-tallnaqib
awwfBut lend and giue where she is sure to loose;naacyib
awwfMy mother greets me kindly, is she well?baqion
awwfAttend his further pleasure.nakcyb
awwfworthiest affaires.bekken
awwfOf smoakie Muskets? O you leaden messengers,niQcaoib
awwfhe had set this counterfeit.biykin
awwfHalfe won is match well made, match and well make it,naqeb
awwfRossillion, and I were not a verie Coward, I'de compellbeciyn
awwfhead, and nod at euerie man.biciyn
awwfwithall. Pray you sir, vse the Carpe as you may, for henycaib
awwfcomming I know by his Trumpets. Sirrah, inquire fur-thernyikcyb
awwfDestroy our friends, and after weepe their dust:nyhcab
awwfBe this sweet Helens knell, and now forget her.naacciib
awwfWee'l sift this matter further.naqeb
awwfTell me sirrah, but tell me true I charge you,byciN
corfthe altitude of his vertue.naciyb
corfThe Helmes o'th State; who care for you like Fathers,noiKeb
corf Lar. O 'tis Martius.naQeyb
corfYet cam'st thou to a Morsell of this Feast,naKieab
corfAnd to send for Titus Lartius: it remaines,byiqen
corfThat Valour is the chiefest Vertue,nikiab
corfTheir Liberties, make them of no more Voyceniaqeoib
corfWith those that haue but little: this must be patchtnaqcab
corfIt stands in like request.noiyivciab
corftell how to tearme it.bieyqin
corf Brut. But is this true sir?bycian
corfVpbraid's with our distresse. But sure if youbacyin
cymf 1 I cannot delue him to the roote: His FathernaKeb
cymfDy'de with their Swords in hand. For which, their FathernyKeb
cymfProclaimes how she esteem'd him; and his VertuenaCiyb
cymfYet is it true Sir.byciAn
cymfvnworthy thinking. I dare you to this match: heere's mynaqeb
cymfWill I first worke: Hee's for his Master,naQeab
cymfNot to be shak'd: the Agent for his Master,naQeab
cymfAnd pawne mine Honor for their safety, sincenyaekib
cymfI haue out-stood my time, which is materiallnaqeb
cymfMore euident then this: for this was stolne.nacceaab
cymf'Tis true, nay keepe the Ring; 'tis true: I am surebyciN
cymf I Vstice and your Fathers wrath (should he take me in hisbeoiqin
cymfWho long'st like me, to see thy Lord; who long'stnoiqib
cymfA Cell of Ignorance: trauailing a bed,byecen
cymfAnd when a Souldier was the Theame, my nameniycceab
cymfWith his owne single hand heel'd take vs in,beoican
cymfNot wagging his sweet head; and yet, as roughnaacciib
cymfThose rich-left-heyres, that let their Fathers lyenyKeb
cymfWhat is betide to Cloten, but remainebyiqen
cymf Lord. This was strange chance: [2980]nacceaab
errf Duk. Well Siracusian; say in briefe the causenikib
errfThat in such haste I sent to seeke his Master?naQeab
errfTime is their Master, and when they see time,nyQeab
errf Adr. Say, is your tardie master now at hand?niqeab
errfWho all for want of pruning, with intrusion,bycan
errfrie feast.nikieab
errfApparell vice like vertues harbenger:noiciyb
errfIs that the chaine you promis'd me to day. [1230]nahqib
errf Adr. Come go, I will fall prostrate at his feete,nakiib
errf Duke. She is a vertuous and a reuerend Lady,naeciyb
errfI hope I shall haue leisure to make good,nacyib
errfThirtie three yeares haue I but gone in trauaile [1890]byecen
errf Duke. With all my heart, Ile Gossip at this feast.nakieab
h5fThe breath no sooner left his Fathers body,naKeb
h5fTo steale his sweet and honyed Sentences:naacciib
h5fWhiles his most mightie Father on a HillniKeb
h5fAnd with your puissant Arme renew their Feats;nyKieb
h5fWith sunken Wrack, and sum-lesse Treasuries.Byieacyn
h5fWee'le chide this Dolphin at his fathers doore.nakeb
h5fRapier, as I may, in fayre tearmes. If you would walkebieyqiaN
h5fTherefore I say, 'tis meet we all goe forth,naqiib
h5f King. For vs, we will consider of this further:nakcyb
h5fWhose blood is fet from Fathers of Warre-proofe:nakib
h5f Kath. Ie te prie m' ensigniez, il faut que ie apprend a par/-/bvcin
h5f Const. Dieu de Battailes, where haue they this mettell?naqib
h5fLike Sacrifices, by their watchfull Firesnycceb
h5f Williams. That's more then we know.neqaB
h5f King. So, if a Sonne that is by his Father sent aboutnaKeb
h5fFor thou art fram'd of the firme truth of valour.nyqib
h5fvalour, then this roaring diuell i'th olde play, that euerie [2450]biciyn
h5fWith mixtfull eyes, or they will issue to. Alarumnaacib
h5flike me, Kate?noiqiPeb
h5fIn their sweet Bosomes: that neuer Warre aduancenyacciib
h8fHis Father, by as much as a performancenaKeb
h8fHe may a little grieue at.nicieb
h8fLeast he should helpe his Father.naKeb
h8fLike water from ye, neuer found againenoicceb
h8fhis Feete. Then speakes.naKiib
h8f(If thy rare qualities, sweet gentlenesse, [1500]niaacciib
h8fTo me, aboue this wretchednesse? All your Studiesnaccyib
h8fPresse not a falling man too farre: 'tis Vertue:naCiyb
h8fMens euill manners, liue in Brasse, their VertuesnyCiyb
h8fThat Christendome shall euer speake his Vertue.naCiyb
h8f Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit.biykin
h8fMore couetous of Wisedome, and faire VertuenyiCiyb
hamfWhat might be toward, that this sweaty hastnaaccieb
hamfIf thou art priuy to thy Countries FateniaKeb
hamf King. 'Tis sweet and commendablenaacciib
hamfThis must be so. We pray you throw to earthnaqcab
hamf( Marcellus and Barnardo) on their WatchnyCCeb
hamfAnd I belieue it is a fetch of warrant:naekib
hamfMore then his Fathers death, that thus hath put himnaKeb
hamf Ham. I am tame Sir, pronounce.beqiAn
hamf King. My words flye vp, my thoughts remain below,bayiqen
hamfAn eye like Mars, to threaten or commandnoiQeyab
hamfMake you to rauell all this matter out,naqeb
hamf You promis'd me to Wed:nahqib
hamfWith pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death,naKeb
hamfthe false Steward that stole his masters daughter.naqeab
hamffor such a Guest is meete.naqiib
hamffor such a Guest is meete.naqiib
hamfMake Ossa like a wart. Nay, and thoul't mouth, [3480]noiecceyb
hamfA basenesse to write faire; and laboured muchbiken
hamf Ham. I humbly thank you Sir, dost know this waterflie?nacceb
jcfMen at sometime, are Masters of their Fates.nyKeb
jcfclapp'd their chopt hands, and threw vppe their sweatienyaccieb
jcfFrom that it is dispos'd: therefore it is meet,naqiib
jcfFor who so firme, that cannot be seduc'd?nyqib
jcf Cass. This, Caska; this, Cinna; and this, MetellusnaQib
jcfTo do you salutation from his Master.naQeab
jcfMake gallant shew, and promise of their Mettle:nyQib
jcf Ant. This was the Noblest Roman of them all:nacceab
jcf Octa. According to his Vertue, let vs vse himnaCiyb
johnf Ele. What now my sonne, haue I not euer saidbiciyaen
johnfVpon good Friday, and nere broke his fast:nakeab
johnfWe must awake indeuor for defence,becceoin
johnfLiker in feature to his father Geffreynakeb
johnfHis father neuer was so true begot,nakeb
johnf Aust. What cracker is this same that deafes our earesnaaeqib
johnfTo our fast closed gates: for at this match,naqeb
johnfAnd giue you entrance: but without this match,naqeb
johnf Old Qu. Son, list to this coniunction, make this matchnaqeb
johnfI know she is not for this match made vp,naqeb
johnfThat no supporter but the huge firme earthnyqiieyb
johnf Const. You haue beguil'd me with a counterfeitbiykin
johnfIf that be true, I shall see my boy againe;byciN
johnfThat whiles warme life playes in that infants veines,bacin
johnfShall finde but bloodie safety, and vntrue.niaekib
johnf Pem. And when it breakes, I feare will issue thencenaacib
johnf Bast. 'Tis true, to hurt his master, no mans else.naqeab
johnf Pem. Big. Our soules religiously confirme thy words.nyqib
johnfThat I must draw this mettle from my sidenaqib
johnfAnd now 'tis farre too huge to be blowne outnakeyyib
johnfSeeke out King Iohn, and fall before his feete :nakiib
johnfThere is so hot a summer in my bosome,beacqqiyn
learfCome not betweene the Dragon and his wrath, [130]naccyeb
learf Ste. My Ladies Father.niaKeb
learf Lear. My Ladies Father? my Lords knaue, you whor- [610]niaKeb
learfAnd I haue one thing of a queazie questionnivciab
learfWith euery gall, and varry of their Masters,nyQeab
learfIt pleas'd the King his Master very latenaQeab
learf Kent. Pray do not Sir, I haue watch'd and trauail'd hard,byecen
learfAgainst their Father, foole me not so much,nyKeb
learfHis Master thus.naQeab
learfFor Glousters bastard Son was kinder to his Father, [2560]naKeb
learfTaste the wages of their vertue, and all Foesnyciyb
lllfWith a refined trauailer of Spaine,byecen
lllf Boy. Speake you this in my praise Master?naiQeab
lllf Mai. Faire weather after you.nyiccieb
lllffellowes with this vertuous Duke?naciyb
lllfThe onely soyle of his faire vertues glosse,nyiciyb
lllfBerowne they call him, but a merrier man,beqiyyn
lllfDeare Princesse, were not his requests so farrenayivciab
lllfOf Charles his Father.naKeb
lllf Arm. We will talke no more of this matter.naqeb
lllf Cost. Marrie sir, halfe pennie farthing.nikeyb
lllfNor neuer lay his wreathed armes athwartnaccyieb
lllfFor all the wealth that euer I did see,biciyN
lllfDoe meet as at a faire in her faire cheeke,beken
lllfThe sinnowy vigour of the trauailer.byecen
lllfAnd if my face were but as faire as yours, [1920]beaken
lllfThat he shold be my foole, and I his fate.nakeb
lllf Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire vs too't?nyicab
lllfCurtsie sweet hearts, and so the Measure ends.niacciib
lllfAt Wakes, and Wassels, Meetings, Markets, Faires.baKen
lllfThe staires as he treads on them kisse his feete.nakiib
lllfThe vertue of your eie must breake my oth.niqcab
lllfWelcome pure wit, thou part'st a faire fray.beken
lllfAnd lay my Armes before the legs of this sweet Lasse ofnaacciib
macfWho should against his Murtherer shut the doore,naQcyb
macfSo cleere in his great Office, that his VertuesnaCiyb
macfMoues like a Ghost. Thou sowre and firme-set Earthnyqiaib
macf Macd. Confusion now hath made his Master-peece:naQeab
macfShake off this Downey sleepe, Deaths counterfeit,biykin
macf Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate, & furious,bikcyn
macf Malc. This murtherous Shaft that's shot,naqcyb
macfAnd yet darke Night strangles the trauailing Lampe:byecen
macfThen is his Fathers, must embrace the fatenaKeb
macfGiue sorrow words; the griefe that do's not speake,nikib
mfmfYou know the Lady, she is fast my wife,nakeab
mfmfAnd neither heauen, nor man grieue at the mercy.nicieb
mfmfOnce stir my temper: but this vertuous Maidnaciyb
mfmf Duk. 'Tis meet so (daughter) but least you do repentnaqiib
mfmfAnd that thou oft prouoakst, yet grosselie fearstnikieyab
mfmf Duk. It is too general a vice, and seueritie must cure it.niqcab
mfmf Luc. Some report, a Sea-maid spawn'd him. Some,beAieqen
mfmfthis Claudio is condemned for vntrussing. Farwell goodbycaan
mfmfaged in any kinde of course, as it is vertuous to be con-naciyb
mfmf Enter Mariana, and Boy singing.biyQeyn
mfmf Enter Mariana.biyQeyn
mfmf Enter Mariana and Isabella. [1840]biyQeyn
mfmf Pro. Goe too Sir, you waigh equallie: a feather willniekieb
mfmfAnd by mee this further charge;nakcyb
mfmfAnd you shal haue your bosome on this wretch,naccyib
mfmfThey would else haue married me to the rotten Medler.nihqib
mfmf Enter Varrius.biyCeyyn
mfmfCannot but yeeld you forth to publique thankesnvcib
mfmf Isab. In briefe, to set the needlesse processe by:nikib
mfmfAnd to set on this wretched woman herenaccyib
mfmf Enter Mariana. [2540]biyQeyn
mfmfWhom it concernes to heare this matter forth,naqeb
mfmf Esc. Call that same Isabell here once againe, I wouldbaeqiN
mndfKnackes, trifles, Nose-gaies, sweet meats (messengersniaacciib
mndfTurn'd her obedience (which is due to me)nahcib
mndf Lys. For ought that euer I could reade,biciyN
mndfThrough Athens I am thought as faire as she.beaken
mndfis Ercles vaine, a tyrants vaine: a louer is more condo-bacen
mndf Quin. You, Pyramvs father; my self, Thisbies father;niakeb
mndfThe Ploughman lost his sweat, and the greene Cornenaaccieb
mndfAnd thy faire vertues force (perforce) doth moue me.nyiciyb
mndfAnon his Thisbie must be answered, [1040]niqcab
mndfTheir sense thus weake, lost with their feares thus strong,nykieyiab
mndfAnd left sweete Piramus translated there:nyeqcab
mndfCan you not hate me, as I know you doe,biqieaN
mndfWhy seek'st thou me? Could not this make thee know,naqeoib
mndf Dem. No, no, Sir, seeme to breake loose;nyaiiqib
mndfWhat change is this sweete Loue?naacciib
mndfWhose liquor hath this vertuovs propertie,naciyb
mndf The. More strange then true. I neuer may beleeuebyciN
mndf The. Merry and tragicall? Tedious, and briefe? ThatnikiB
mndf Deme. It is the vvittiest partition, that euer I heardbiciyN
mndf This. And like Helen till the Fates me kill. [2000]biaqion
mndf And the issue there create,naacib
mndf Euer true in louing be:bycin
mndf Shall not in their issue stand.naaciab
movfThe selfesame way, with more aduised watchnaihcceb
movfBut note me signior.biqian
movffaile of the knowing me: it is a wise Father that knowesnaiKeb
movfGo Gentlemen, will you prepare you for this Maske tonaQeaoib
movfNor thrust your head into the publique streetenvciab
movfMy sober house. By Iacobs staffe I sweare,bekkiN
movfDesired vs to make a stand.nyihcab
movfBe merry, and imploy your chiefest thoughtsnikiab
movfFading in musique. That the comparisonnvciB
movfIs sum of nothing: which to terme in grosse,biyqin
movfTo come abroad with him at his request.nayivciab
movfInto the maine of waters: musique, harke. Musicke. biyaqcan
movfThere you shall finde that Portia was the Doctor,necceab
mwwfshall: I warrant he hath a thousand of these Letters, writbiyaccyn
mwwffurther into't, and I haue a disguise, to sound Falstaffe; ifbekkin
mwwf Qui. Your worship saies very true: I pray your wor-byciN
mwwfsomething emboldned me to this vnseason'd intrusion:bycan
mwwfgell: it shall hang like a Meteor ore the Cuckolds horns:noieQib
mwwf Rob. Sir Iohn Falstaffe. (sirrah?bekkian
mwwfit is as possitiue, as the earth is firme, that Falstaffe isbekkin
mwwf Fal. She shall not see me, I will ensconce mee behinde [1430]baiiqiN
mwwfmy yong-man here to Schoole: looke where his MasternaQeab
mwwfswere your Master, be not afraid.bekyen
mwwfBe not as extreme in submission, as in offence,byiqin
mwwf Enter Fairies.biyKen
othfWeares out his time, much like his Masters Asse,naQeab
othfIs tupping your white Ewe. Arise, arise,biIcciEyn
othfYour speciall Mandate, for the State affaires [410]biekken
othfIt is most true: true I haue married her;byciN
othfOr came it by request, and such faire questionnyivciab
othfPlease it your Grace, on to the State Affaires;biEkken
othfOr do but lift this Arme, the best of younaEyqib
othfThy honestie, and loue doth mince this matter,naqeb
othfEuen then, this forked plague is Fated to vs,naKeb
othfThe Diuell their vertue tempts, and they tempt Heauen. [2380]nyciyb
othfHandkerchiefe: Confessions: Handkerchiefe. To con-nikiB
othfAnd his vnbookish Ielousie must conserueniqcab
othf Cassio. She was heere euen now: she haunts me in e-baqin
othfAnd fixe most firme thy Resolution.nyqib
othfThe Moore hath kill'd my Mistris. Murther, murther.naQcyb
othfThat men must lay their Murthers on your necke.nyQcyb
othfIt is true indeede.bycin
othfIt was a Handkerchiefe, an Antique TokennvciB
othfThat Handkerchiefe thou speak'st ofnikib
othf Oth. I look down towards his feet; but that's a Fable,nakiib
r2fNow by my Scepters awe, I make a vow,biyaecciN
r2f Bul. Your will be done: This must my comfort be,naqcab
r2fYou would haue bid me argue like a Father.noieKeb
r2fAs the last taste of sweetes, is sweetest last,naacciib
r2fFor that I was his Father Edwards sonne:naKeb
r2fBut I bethinke me, what a wearie waybeccieyn
r2fA banisht Traytor; all my Treasurie [1170]Byieacyn
r2fEuen at his feet, to lay my Armes and Power,nakiib
r2fShewing as in a Modell our firme Estate?nyqiIab
r2f Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweet Soulenaacciib
r2fThat rise thus nimbly by a true Kings fall.byciPn
r2fHaue any resting for her true Kings Queene.byciPn
r2fShe came adorned hither like sweet May;noiacciib
r2fIt is a matter of small consequence,naeqeb
r3fWhat? I that kill'd her Husband, and his Father,naKeb
r3fThy honor, state, and seate, is due to me.nahcib
r3fI was a packe-horse in his great affaires: [590]bekken
r3fO God that seest it, do not suffer it,backkiyn
r3fAnd the compact is firme, and true in me.bycin
r3f 1. Why so hath this, both by his Father and Mother.naKeb
r3f 3. Better it were they all came by his Father: [1460]naKeb
r3fOr by his Father there were none at all:naKeb
r3fAnd being but a Toy, which is no griefe to giue.nikib
r3fWhat think'st thou? is it not an easie matter,niqeb
r3fHis Masters Child, as worshipfully he tearmes it,bieyqian
r3fBut praying, to enrich his watchfull Soule.nacceb
r3fHappie were England, would this vertuous Princenaciyb
r3fWhose vnauoided Eye is murtherous.naqcyb
r3fEre from this warre thou turne a Conqueror:nacceyyib
r3fSir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley,neqAb
r3fTo turne their owne points in their Masters bosomes.nyQeab
r3f Blunt. He hath no friends, but what are friends for fear,beyikyn
r3f Rat. Nay good my Lord, be not affraid of Shadows.bekkyen
rjfEre he can spread his sweete leaues to the ayre,naacciib
rjfThat I will show you, shining at this Feast,naKieab
rjfI will withdraw, but this intrusion shallbycan
rjfThat thou consent to marrie vs to day.nicab
rjfter to his Fathers house.naKeb
rjf Romeo. Good morrow to you both, what counterfeitbiykin
rjf Mer. Come betweene vs good Benuolio, my wits faints.baken
rjfSwits and spurs, or Ile crie a match.nieqeb
rjf Enter Frier and Romeo.biyKyn
rjfThe vnluckie Mannage of this fatall brall:nakeb
rjfThese griefes, these woes, these sorrowes make me old:nikiab
rjf Enter Frier and Romeo.biyKyn
rjfThis may Flies doe, when I from this must flie,naqcab
rjf Par. Come you to make confession to this Father?naKeb
rjfOh weladay, that euer I was borne, [2590]biciyN
rjf Mo. Accur'st, vnhappie, wretched hatefull day,niccyib
rjfWhen griping griefes the heart doth wound, then Mu-nikiab
rjfLets see for meanes, O mischiefe thou art swift,nikib
rjf Enter Frier Lawrence. [2820]biyKyn
rjfO woe, thy Canopie is dust and stones,nahcab
rjfThus I enforce thy rotten Iawes to open, [2900]Necciab
rjfBut he which bore my Letter, Frier Iohn,biyKyn
rjfThis Letter he early bid me giue his Father,naKeb
shrfTo decke his fortune with his vertuous deedes:naciyb
shrfAnd let me be a slaue, t' atchieue that maide,nicib
shrfly sir. Well, was it fit for a seruant to vse his master so,naqeab
shrfFor in Baptistas keepe my treasure is:byieacyin
shrfHaue leaue and leisure to make loue to her,nacyib
shrfAtchieue the elder: set the yonger free, [840]nicib
shrfAnd where two raging fires meete together,nyiaqiib
shrfGod send you ioy, Petruchio, 'tis a match.naeqeb
shrfhe, as if he had beene aboord carowsing to his Mates af-naQeb
shrfOut you rogue, you plucke my foote awrie,bieccyn
shrf Bian. And may you proue sir Master of your Art.nyQeab
shrfIn gate and countenance surely like a Father.noieKeb
shrfTake vp my Mistris gowne to his masters vse.naqeab
shrf Tra. Signior Baptista you are happilie met :niqib
shrfces, I pray you tell signior Lucentio that his Father isnaKeb
shrf Vin. Art thou his father?nakeb
shrf Ven. Lucentio: oh he hath murdred his Master; laienaQeab
shrfThat fac'd and braued me in this matter so?naqeb
shrf Petr. First kisse me Kate, and we will.naaiqiPeb
shrf Kate. A verie meane meaning.biEciyn
shrfWhich runs himselfe, and catches for his Master.naQeab
tafAnd Gratulate his safe returne to Rome,naaekiyib
taf Tit. It doth my worthy Lord, and in this match,naqeb
tafAnd reuell in Lauinia's Treasurie.Byieacyn
tafVnder their sweete shade, Aaron let vs sit,nyacciib
tafAnd giue the King this fatall plotted Scrowle,nakeb
tafPoore Bassianus heere lies murthered.niaqcyb
taf Mar. This was thy daughter. [1200]nacceab
tafIf any power pitties wretched teares,niaccyib
tafShall ceaze this prey out of his fathers hands:nakeb
tafThere to dispose this treasure in mine armes,byieacyin
tafAnd if he stand in Hostage for his safety,naaekib
tafWitnesse this wretched stump,naccyib
taf Luc. Can the Sonnes eye, behold his Father bleed?naKeb
tafWhen subtil Greekes surpriz'd King Priams Troy:neqaB
tafFriends, should associate Friends, in Greefe and Wo.biKyn
tafAnd giue him buriall in his Fathers graue.naKeb
temfter a Ship-master, and a Boteswaine.biaccen
temfBOte-swaine.biaccen
temf Enter Mariners. [10]biyQeyn
temf Enter Boteswainebiaccen
temfThey wold not take her life: Is not this true? Ar. I, Sir.byciEyN
temfCome thou Tortoys, when? Enter Ariel like a water-noiecceb
temfIle be his surety.naacyib
temf Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.biyaqeyyn
temfSings. The Master, the Swabber, the Boate-swaine & I;biaccen
temfThe Gunner, and his MatenaQeb
temfif th'other two be brain'd like vs, the State totters.noicab
temfAnd honourd in their Issue. They sing.NaaciB
temfOre-stunck their feet.nykiib
temfVnder the Hatches: the Master and the Boat-swainebaccen
temfI feare a madnesse held me: this must crauenaqcab
temf Mir. Sweet Lord, you play me false.nyAcciib
temf Enter Ariell, with the Master and Boatswaine [2200]baccen
tgvfSome rare note-worthy obiect in thy trauaile.byecen
tgvfWhich they would haue the profferer construe, I. [210]byciN
tgvfOh excellent deuise, was there euer heard a better? [530]naicceab
tgvfa veng'ance on't, there 'tis: Now sir, this staffe is my si-bekkin
tgvfAyming at Siluia as a sweeter friend.biykyn
tgvffor she is her Masters maid, and serues for wages. Sheebiyaqen
tgvfindeede know not their fathers; and therefore haue nonykeb
tgvfThat all the Trauailers doe feare so much. [1550]Byecen
tgvfAnd giue some euening Musique to her eare.nvcib
tgvfEnter Valentine, Protheus, Siluia, Iulia, Duke, Thurio,neHcoiB
tgvfWho respects friend?bakyn
timf Iewel. And rich: heere is a Water looke ye.naeCCeb
timfAre prized by their Masters. Beleeu't deere Lord,nyQeab
timfBuried his Father, by whose death hee's stepp'dnaKeb
timf Flaminius waiting to speake with a Lord from his Master,naQeab
timf Lucil. Seruilius? You are kindely met sir. Farthewell,nyKeyb
timfry exquisite Friend.biKyn
timf Seruil. Vpon my soule 'tis true Sir.byciAn
timfNow to guard sure their Master:nyQeab
timfHe is an Vsurer. Strike me the counterfet Matron,noiqib
timf 1 We cannot liue on Grasse, on Berries, Water,niaCCeb
timfTherefore, 'tis not amisse, we tender our louesnaaiccib
timfWith what they trauaile for,byecen
timfKeepe in your bosome, yet remaine assur'dbyiqen
timfTo say thou't enter Friendly.biyKyn
timfShall passe his quarter, or offend the streamenavceyb
timf Heere lies a wretched Coarse, of wretched Soule bereft,niaeccyib
tnf To. Excellent, it hangs like flax on a distaffe: & I hopebekkiN
tnf Enter Maria, and Clowne.biyQeyn
tnf Enter Maria.biyQeyn
tnfOne of thy kin has a most weake Pia-mater.neqeb
tnf Enter Maria.biyQeyn
tnf Trip no further prettie sweeting.niacciib
tnf Enter Maria. [770]biyQeyn
tnf Enter Maria.biyQeyn
tnf Enter Maria.biyQeyn
tnf Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours:naqcab
tnfShall mistris be of it, saue I alone.baeciN
tnf Enter Maria.biyQeyn
tnfSchoole i'th Church: I haue dogg'd him like his murthe-naqcyb
tnf Vio. Pray you sir, do you know of this matter?naqeb
tnf An. You do mistake me sir.beoiqian
tnf Enter Maria and Clowne.biyQeyn
tnfmad indeed, or do you but counterfeit.biykin
tnfWho with dagger of lath, in his rage and his wrath,naccyeb
tnfInto the danger of this aduerse Towne,naehciyaiB
tnfAs howling after Musicke.biyQcan
tnfSo went he suited to his watery tombe:nacceb
tnfAnd all those swearings keepe as true in soule,bycin
wtfWill hisse me to my Graue: Contempt and Clamornaaiqib
wtfThen this; which to reiterate, were sinbicciyian
wtf Cam. I know not: but I am sure 'tis safer tonaaekiyb
wtfYet, for a greater confirmationnyqeb
wtfIt is an Heretique that makes the fire,nvcib
wtfthat which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to th' sightnakib
wtf Aut. Oh, that euer I was borne.biciyN
wtfA way to make vs better Friends, more knowne.biyKyn
wtf Pol. Soft Swaine a-while, beseech you,bAccen
wtfa peece of Iniquitie (stealing away from his Father, withnaKeb
wtfneither to his Father, nor to me, to goe about to make menaKeb
wtf Shep. Sir, there lyes such Secrets in this Farthell andnaKeyb
wtfI know in honor: O, that euer IbiciyN
wtfmanded out of the Chamber: onely this (me thought) Inaqib
wtf Gent.3. Wrackt the same instant of their MastersnyQeab
wtf Shep. You may say it, but not sweare it.baccieyin
wtfThe ruddinesse vpon her Lippe, is wet:naccib
wtfAs I by thine a Wife. This is a Match,naeQeb
1h4qAnd for his sake weare the detested blotnaaeoiccieyib
1h4qI am ioyned with no footlande rakers, no long-staffe sixpenniebekkian
1h4q Enter the trauailers. [810]byecen
1h4qwith thy Indenture, and shewe it a faire paire of heeles, and run [1010]beken
1h4qEngland, and one of them is fat, and growes old, God helpe thenakeb
1h4q Prin. These lies are like their father that begets them, grosse asnykeb
1h4q Falst. Weepe not sweet Queene, for trickling teares are vain.bieyiaeyicen
1h4qonely, but in woes also: and yet there is a vertuous man, whomnaeciyb
1h4qmakers wife, not you in good sooth, and as true as I liue, and asbycieaN
1h4qSeldome, but sumptuous shewd like a feast,noiekieab
1h4qapple Iohn. Well, ile repent and that suddainly, while I am inbachhen
1h4q Prin. A trifle, some eight penie matter.niqeb
1h4q Per. Zounds, how has he the leisure to be sickenacyib
1h4qWhere now remaines a sweet reuersion,byiciyan
1h4qRise from the ground like feathered Mercury,noikieb
1h4qnot liue with the liuing; no, why? detraction will not suffer it,backkiyn
1h4q King. The king himself, who Douglas grieues at hart,niciaeb
1h4qDid you not tell me this fat man was dead?nakeb
1h4q Iohn. This is the strangest tale that euer I heard.biciyN
1h4qIle guild it with the happiest termes I haue.biyqiaN
2h4qThan did our souldiers aiming at their safetie,nyaekib
2h4qin Smithfield, and I could get me but a wife in the stewes, IbicciaN
2h4q seru. You mistake me sir.beoiqian
2h4qwil make curtsie and say nothing, he is vertuous, no my Lordnaciyb
2h4qyou be blushing, wherefore blush you now? what a maidenlybeqen
2h4qpots maidenhead?baqen
2h4qthee, be not too familiar with Poynes, for he misuses thy fa-nacaiab
2h4qThrew many a Northward looke, to see his fathernakeb
2h4q Boy The musique is come sir. enter musicke.biyqcan
2h4qThis Percie was the man neerest my soule,nicceab
2h4qMy friends and brethren (in these great affaires) [1870]bekken
2h4qIn very ample vertue of his father,nakeb
2h4qBut you misuse the reuerence of your place,nacaib
2h4qBetter opinion, better confirmation,nyqeb
2h4q Humph. O good my lord, you haue lost a friend indeede,bekyn
2h4q Shal. It is best certain: but to stand stained with trauaile, and [3230]byecen
2h6qItem. It is further agreed betwene them, that the Dutches of An-nakcyb
2h6q Cardinall. Item, It is further agreed betweene them, that thenakcyb
2h6qIle laie a plot to heaue him from his feate.nakieb
2h6q Sir Iohn. I haue Madame, and they haue promised me to raisenaihqib
2h6qBut let it rest. As sure as I do liue,bEaacyieaN
2h6qWhom thinks your grace is meetest for to send. naqiib
2h6qNovv, Edvvard the blacke Prince he died before his father, and leftnakeb
2h6q Humph. My staffe, I noble Henry, my life and all,bekkiN
2h6qAll you haue ioynd to betraie me thus:niqib
2h6qTo free vs from his fathers dreadfull curse,nakeb
2h6qFrom thee to die, vvere torment more then death,nicciyib
2h6qVnder a hedge, for his father had no house but the Cage. [2370]nakeb
2h6qBoth thou and they, shall curse this fatall houre.nakeb
2h6q Enter Richard, and then Clifford laies downe his father,nakeb
3h6oCome sonne, lets awaie and leaue him heere alone.baeccen
3h6oWhen he might spurne him with his foote awaie?bieccen
3h6oTis vertue that makes them seeme deuine,naciyb
3h6oHis chaire and Dukedome that remaines for me.byiqen
3h6oShould lose his birth right through his fathers fault?nakeb
3h6oThen maie the present profit counteruaile.biycen
3h6oA thousand men haue broke their fast to daie,nykeab
3h6oWhich washt his fathers fortunes out of France,nakeb
3h6oPoore lambs do feele the rigor of their wraths:nyccyeb
3h6o 1. Sould. Was euer son so rude his fathers bloud to spil?nakeb
3h6oFor wo is me to see my fathers face.naqib
3h6o Exit with his father.nakeb
3h6oAnd as thy father and his father did,nakeb
3h6oThat now towards Barwike doth poste amaine,bieqen
3h6oAnd stabd our princelie father Duke of Yorke.nikeb
3h6o K Ed. Were it not pittie they shoulde loose their fathersnykeb
3h6oAnd lastlie to confirme that amitienyqib
3h6oSmiles at her newes when Warwike frets as his.noikyib
3h6oWhen you disgraste me in my embassage,biqin
3h6o Enter Gloster, Hastings, and sir VVilliam Stanly.neqAb
3h6o Glo. Lord Hastings and sir VVilliam Stanly,neqAb
3h6o War. I but thou art no Atlas for so great a waight,beccen
3h6oThat all our friends that yet remaine aliue,byiqen
3h6oWidowes for their husbands, children for their fathers,nykeb
3h6oI seale vpon the rosiate lips of this sweet babe. [3200]naacciib
adoq Claudio In mine eie, shee is the sweetest Ladie that euer IbiciyN
adoq(as in loue of your brothers honor who hath made this match)naqeb
adoq Prince May be she doth but counterfeit.biykin
adoq Leon. O God! counterfeit? there was neuer counterfeit ofbiykin
adoqan excellent sweete lady, and (out of all suspition,) she is vertu-naciyb
adoqIs sicke in loue with Beatrice: of this matter,naqeb
adoq Claud. O mischiefe strangely thwarting!nikiab
adoq Claudio Stand thee by Frier, father by your leaue,niykeb
adoqTooke vp a beggars issue at my gates,naacieb
h5qWith sunken wrack and shiplesse treasurie.byieacyn
h5qFor God before, weell check the Dolphin at his fathers nakeb
h5qBut we our kingdomes safetie must so tenderniqcab
h5qThen he bad me put more cloathes at his feete:nakiib
h5q Dolphin. My gratious Lord, tis meet we all goe naqiib
h5qOr like to men proud of destruction, defie vs to our worst,nicab
h5q Const. Why whence haue they this mettall?naqib
h5qOr if a sonne be imployd by his father,nakeb
h5qThat he that hath no stomacke to this feast,nakieab
h5q Boy. He saies his name is Master Fer.naQeab
h5q Flew. I, I thinke it is Sir Iohn Falstaffe indeed,bekkin
h5q Flew. By Iesus, the fellow hath mettall enoughNiacab
hamq1And wil not let beliefe take hold of him,nikib
hamq1What might be toward that this sweaty marchnaaccieb
hamq1If thou are priuy to thy countries fate,niakeb
hamq1Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,nycceb
hamq1I knew the gentleman, or know his father,nakeb
hamq1The Iewell that ador'nd his feature mostnakieb
hamq1But now too true I finde,byciN
hamq1His father murdred, and a Crowne bereft him,nakeb
hamq1For i'le haue a sute of Sables: Iesus, two months dead,Niacab
hamq1It will giue most delicate musick. [2230]biqcan
hamq1Of you, t'is but squeesing of you,bavciian
hamq1 King O that this wet that falles vpon my facenaccib
hamq1And hardly hee'le forget his fathers death,nakeb
hamq1Let in the maide, that out a maidebeqen
hamq1You promised me to wed.naihqib
hamq1And by great chance he had his fathers Seale,nakeb
hamq1But say lord Hamlet should refuse this match.naqeb
hamq1A fellow of infinite mirth, he hath caried mee twenty timesnihqiib
hamq1Let foure of our chiefest Captainesnikiab
hamq2And will not let beliefe take holde of him,nikib
hamq2What might be toward that this sweaty hastnaaccieb
hamq2If thou art priuie to thy countries fateniakeb
hamq2This must be so: we pray you throw to earthnaqcab
hamq2Marcellus, and Barnardo, on their watchnycceb
hamq2His vertues els be they as pure as grace,naciyb
hamq2And I belieue it is a fetch of wit, naekib
hamq2More then his fathers death, that thus hath put himnakeb
hamq2I say we will haue no mo marriage, those that are married alreadie, allbeyiqeyyn
hamq2 Ham.I am tame sir, pronounce.beqian
hamq2ly barre the doore vpon your owne liberty if you deny your griefes tonikiab
hamq2 King.My words fly vp, my thoughts remaine belowebayiqen
hamq2An eye like Mars, to threaten and command,noiQeyab
hamq2Make you to rouell all this matter outnaqeb
hamq2 Quoth she, Before you tumbled me, you promisd me to wed, [2800]nahqib
hamq2With pestilent speeches of his fathers death,nakeb
hamq2You haue beene talkt of since your trauaile much,byecen
hamq2not mend his pace with beating, and when you are askt this questionnavciab
hamq2for such a guest is meet.naqiib
hamq2Make Ossa like a wart, nay and thou'lt mouthe, [3480]noiecceyb
hamq2A basenesse to write faire, and labourd muchbiken
hamq2Doost know this water fly?nacceb
learqDearer then eye-sight, space or libertie, (matter,niqeb
learq Kent . Good my Liege. (his wrath,naccyeb
learqit to be fit, that sons at perfit age, & fathers declining, his fathernakeb
learq Steward. My Ladies Father.niaKeb
learq Lear. My Ladies father, my Lords knaue, you horeson dog, [610]niakeb
learqspleene, that it may liue and bee a thourt disuetur'd torment tonacib
learq K ent. Pray you doe not sir, I haue watcht and trauaildbyecen
learqFierie Duke, tell the hot Duke that Lear, [1380]niHcoib
learqAgainst their Father, foole me not to much,nyKeb
learqfor Glosters bastard son was kinder to his father then my daugh- [2560]nakeb
lllqWith a refined trauailer of Spaine,byecen
lllqebon coloured Incke, which here thou viewest, beholdest, suruayest, ornicciab
lllq Ma. Faire weather after you.nyiccieb
lllqlowes with this vertuous Duke?naciyb
lllqBerowne. they call him, but a merrier man,beqiyyn
lllqDeare Princesse were not his requestes so farrnayivciab
lllqOf Charles his father.nakeb
lllq Arm. We will talke no more of this matter.naqeb
lllq Cost. Marie sir, halfepennie farthing.nikeyb
lllqO sweete Maria, Empresse of my Loue,biQeyn
lllqNor neuer lay his wreathed armes athwartnaccyieb
lllqFor all the wealth that euer I did see,biciyN
lllqDo meete as at a faire in her faire cheeke,beken
lllqAnd if my face were but as faire as yours, [1920]beaken
lllqThat he should be my foole, and I his fate.nakeb
lllq Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire vs toot?nyicab
lllqAre numbred in the trauaile of one Mile?byecen
lllqCurtsie sweete hartes, and so the Measure endes.niacciib
lllqAt Wakes and Wassels, meetings, markets, Faires.baKen
lllqThe staires as he treades on them kisse his feete.nakiib
lllqThe vertue of your eie must breake my oth.niqcab
lllqNor neuer more in Russian habite waite.biccen
lllq Ber. Welcome pure wit, thou partst a faire fray.beken
lllqAnd lay my Armes before the Leggs of this sweete Lasse of France.naacciib
mndqKnackes, trifles, nosegaies, sweete meates (messengersniaacciib
mndqTurnd her obedience (which is due to mee)nahcib
mndqThrough Athens, I am thought as faire as shee.beaken
mndq Quin. You, Pyramus father; my selfe, Thisbies father;niakeb
mndqyou, to con them by to morrow night: and meete me inbiqin
mndqThe Ploughman lost his sweat, and the greene cornenaaccieb
mndqSo farre be distant, and good night sweete friend:bikyn
mndqwill sing, that they shall heare I am not afraide. [940]bekyen
mndqAnd thy faire vertues force (perforce) doth mooue mee,nyiciyb
mndqAnon his Thisbie must be answered, [1040]niqcab
mndqTheir sense, thus weake, lost with their feares, thus strong,nykieyiab
mndqCan you not hate mee, as I know you doe,biqiieaN
mndqWhy seek'st thou me? Could not this make thee know,naqeoib
mndqWhose liquor hath this vertuous property,naciyb
mndq The. More straunge then true. I neuer may beleeuebyciN
mndq Deme. It is the wittiest partition, that euer I heard dis\-biciyN
mndq This. And I, like Helen, till the fates me kill. [2000]biaqion
mndq Dutch. This is the silliest stuffe, that euer I heard.biciyN
mndqAnd the issue, there create,naacib
mndqEuer true in louing be:bycin
mndqShall not in their issue stand.naaciab
movqThe selfe same way, with more aduised watchnaihcceb
movqbut note me signior.biqian
movqence, to offer to counsaile mee to stay with the Iewe; the fiendNiccib
movq Gobbo.No Maister sir, but a poore mans Sonne, his FathernaKeb
movq Launc.Marry sir to bid my old Maister the Iewe to sup to nightNiccib
movqNor thrust your head into the publique streetenvciab
movqmy sober house. By Iacobs staffe I swearebekkiN
movqdesired vs to make stand.nyihcab
movqFading in musique. That the comparisonnvciB
movqis sume of something: which to terme in grosse,biyqin
movqto come abroade with him at his request.nayivciab
movqand you in loue shall not denie me this?niqib
movqby the sweet power of musique: therefore the Poetnvcib
movqinto the maine of waters: musique harke. [2430]biyaqcan
movqthere you shall finde that Portia was the Doctor,necceab
mwwqcarried mee to the Tauerne and made mee drunke,nihqiib
mwwqFor she sir stands so pure in the firme state (all:nyqiab
mwwqWith this my cudgell: It shall hang like a meatornoieqieb
mwwq For. Well Ile not let it go so, yet Ile trie further.nikcyb
mwwqMaister Brooke, thinke of that hissing heate, MaisterbiQen
mwwqIs stealing his fathers Deare. How now who hauenakeb
mwwqAnd by this time your daughter's marriedbiyaqeyyn
othqWeares out his time much like his masters Asse,naqeab
othqIs tupping your white Ewe; arise, arise,biIccieyn
othqAnother of his fathome, they haue notnakeb
othqYour speciall mandate, for the State affaires [410]biekken
othqIt is most true: true, I haue married her,byciN
othqOr came it by request, and such faire question,nyivciab
othqPlease it your Grace, on to the State affaires;biekken
othqOr doe but lift this arme, the best of younaeyqib
othqThy honesty and loue doth mince this matter,naqeb
othq Clo. If you haue any musique that may not bee heard, to'tnvcib
othqagaine, but as they saay, to heare musique, the Generall does not nvcib
othqEuen then this forked plague is fated to vs,nakeb
othqThe immortall Ioues great clamor counterfeit;biykin
othqThe diuell their vertue tempts, and they tempt heauen. [2380]nyciyb
othqHe, when he heares of her, cannot refrainebyikyen
othqAnd his vnbookish iealousie must consterniqcab
othq Cas. She was heere euen now, shee haunts me in euery place, Ibaqin
othqAnd fixe most firme thy resolution.nyqib
othqIt was a handkercher; an Antique tokennvcib
othq Oth. I looke downe towards his feet, but that's a fablenakiib
perqBuylt vp this Citie, for his chiefest Seat;nikiab
perqSorrow were euer racte, and teastie wrathniccyeb
perqAnd finding little comfort to relieue them,nicib
perqently hee's gone to trauaile.byecen
perqhas betake himselfe to vnknowne trauailes, now messagebyecen
perqNow this matter must be lookt to for her relapsenaqeb
perqWith absolute Marina: sobiQeyn
perqdustrie they skip from sterne to sterne, the Boatswainebaccen
perqfull of gallants, wee lost too much much money this mart naqeyb
perqAnd to hir Father turne our thoughts againe,nyKeb
perqsenses credit thy relation, to points that seeme impossible,baiiqin
perqEarlie in blustering morne this Ladie was throwne vpon nicceab
r2qNow by scepters awe I make a vowe,biyaecciN
r2q Bul. Your will be done; this must my comfort be,naqcab
r2qYou would haue bid me argue like a father:noiekeb
r2qAs the last taste of sweetes is sweetest last,naacciib
r2qFor that I was his father Edwards sonne,nakeb
r2qAnd for these great affaires do aske some charge,bekken
r2qEuen at his feete to lay my armes and power:nakiib
r2qShewing as in a modle our firme estate,nyqiiab
r2q Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweete soule to the bosome,naacciib
r2qShe came adorned hither like sweete Maie,biQen
r2qIt is a matter of small consequence,naeqeb
r2qHa ha keepe time, how sowre sweete Musicke isbiQcan
r3qSome patient leisure to excuse my selfe. nacyib
r3q La. With all my heart, and much it ioies me too,niaqib
r3qWhat I that kild her husband and his father,nakeb
r3qThy honour, state, and seate is due to me. nahcib
r3qI was a packhorse in his great affaires, [590]bekken
r3qO God that seest it, doe not suffer it:backkiyn
r3qAnd call vs wretches, Orphanes, castawaies,beccen
r3qWhat thinkest thou? is it not an easie matterniqeb
r3qHis Masters sonne as worshipfull he termes it,biyqian
r3qTo grace my stratagems. Enter Maior. biyQen
r3qBut praying to inrich his watchfull soule.nacceb
r3qFirst if all obstacles were cut awaie,beccen
r3qSo saie we to, but not by Edwards wife,niccib
r3qWhose vnauoided eye is murtherous. naqcyb
r3qEeare from this war thou turne a conqueror,nacceyb
r3qTel her thou madst awaie her Vncle Clarence,beccen
r3qThe Garter blemisht pawnd his knightlie vertue,niciyb
r3q Qu. Thy selfe, thy selfe misusest. nacaiab
r3qSir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanlie,neqAb
r3qWhere is Lord Stanlie quarterd, doest thou know. [3470]nivceyb
r3q Rat. Nay good my Lord, be not afraid of shadowes. bekyen
r3qShall be well winged with our chiefest horse:nikiab
r3qFrom the dead temples of this bloudie wretch,niccyib
rjq1(Through the continuing of their Fathers strife,nyKeb
rjq1With more of thine, this griefe that thou hast showne,nikib
rjq1That I will shew you shining at this feast,nakieab
rjq1I will withdraw, but this interusion shallbiycan
rjq1That thou consent to marrie vs to day.nicab
rjq1Hath sent a Letter to his Fathers House:naKeb
rjq1 Me: Come between vs good Benuolio, for my wits faile.baken
rjq1 Nur: Now afore God he hath so vext me, that eueriebiciyn
rjq1All this is comfort. But there yet remainesbyiqen
rjq1 Enter Frier.biyKyn
rjq1Flies may doo this, but I from this must flye.naqcab
rjq1Alacke the time that euer I was borne,biciyN
rjq1 Ser:When griping griefe the heart doth wound,nikib
rjq1 Enter Frier Iohn.biyKyn
rjq1Faire Iuliet that with Angells dost remaine,byiqen
rjq1Thus I enforce thy rotten iawes to ope. [2900]necciab
rjq1But he that had my Letters (Frier Iohn)biyaKyn
rjq1Charging me early giue them to his Father. [3150]naKeb
rjq2Ere he can spread his sweete leaues to the ayre,naacciib
rjq2That I will shew you shining at this feast,nakieab
rjq2wit, wilt thou not Iule? And by my holydam, the pretie wretch leftniccyib
rjq2I will withdraw, but this intrusion shallbycan
rjq2That thou consent to marrie vs to day.nicab
rjq2eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, Bonieur, theresnicyb
rjq2 Mer. Come betweene vs good Benuolio, my wits faints.baken
rjq2 Ro. Swits and spurs, swits and spurres, or ile crie a match.nieqeb
rjq2 Enter Frier and Romeo.biyKyn
rjq2The vnluckie mannage of this fatall brall,nakeb
rjq2His aged arme beates downe their fatall poynts, [1610]nykeb
rjq2These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old,nikab
rjq2 Enter Frier and Romeo.biyKyn
rjq2This may flyes do, when I from this must flie,naqcab
rjq2Flies may do this, but I from this must flie:naqcab
rjq2 Par. Come you to make confession to this Father?naKeb
rjq2Oh wereaday that euer I was borne, [2590]biciyN
rjq2 Mo. Accurst, vnhappie, wretched hatefull day,niccyib
rjq2Lets see for meanes, O mischiefe thou art swift,nikib
rjq2O woe, thy Canapie is dust and stones,nahcab
rjq2Thus I enforce thy rotten Iawes to open, [2900]Necciab
rjq2But he which bore my letter, Frier Iohn,biyKyn
rjq2This Letter he early bid me giue his Father,naKeb
t&cfAnd the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead: naKeb
t&cfWould seemes Hyperboles. At this fusty stuffe, nakcab
t&cfA Prince call'd Hector, Priam is his Father: naKeb
t&cfIs rusty growne. He bad me take a Trumpet, Naycab
t&cfTo rowze a Grecian that is true in loue. bycin
t&cf(As honour, losse of time, trauaile, expence, byecen
t&cfThen Hector is: the wound of peace is surety. naacyib
t&cfIf I could haue remembred a guilt counterfeit, biykin
t&cfWhy we ascribe it to him, yet all his vertues, naciyb
t&cfWhy, will he not vpon our faire request, nyiyivciab
t&cfAnd shall, albeit sweete Musicke issues thence. naaciab
t&cfPrizes of accident, as oft as merit: beaqiyn
t&cf(If to my sword his fate be not the glory) nakeb
t&cfBut we in silence hold this vertue well; naciyb
t&cfMy Lord, I scarce haue leisure to salute you, nacyib
t&cffriendship, not by speaking: there was neuer a truer rime; byciyyn
t&cfNor play at subtill games; faire vertues all; nyiciyb
t&cfHow the diuell Luxury with his fat rumpe and nakeb
t&cfCrying on Hector. Aiax hath lost a friend, bekyn
taqAnd gratulate his safe returne to Rome,naaekiyib
taq Titus. It doth my worthie Lord, and in this match,naqeb
taqVVell burie him, and burie me the next.niqib
taqAnd reuell in L auinias treasurie.byieacyn
taqVnder their sweet shade, Aron let vs sit,nyacciib
taqAnd giue the king this fatall plotted scrowle.nakeb
taqPoore Bassianus here lies murthered.niaqcyb
taq Marcus. This was thy Daughter. [1200]nacceab
taqIf any power pitties wretched teares,niaccyib
taqAmongst the fairefast breeders of our clime,nyikeab
taqShall ceaze this pray out of his fathers hands:nakeb
taqThere to dispose this treasure in mine armes,byieacyin
taqBut giue them to his Master for a present.naQeab
taqVVhere bloodie murther or detested rape,niqcyb
taq L ucius. Can the sonnes eie behold his father bleede?nakeb
taqVVhen subtile Greekes surprizd King Priams Troy.neqaB
taqAnd giue him buriall in his fathers graue,nakeb
tnkqDazies smel-lesse, yet most quaintbvcen
tnkqHer twyning Cherries shall their sweetnes fallnyacciib
tnkqI did begin to speake of: This is vertuenaciyb
tnkqThe promise of his wrath.naccyeb
tnkqSo neare Emilia, me thou deem'st at Thebs, [1370]neqib
tnkqEnter your Musicke least this match between'snaqeb
tnkqThou art yet a faire Foe; and I feele my selfebeken
tnkqBy all you love most, warres; and this sweet Lady.naacciib
tnkqOf your name, or his scape. Enter 2. Friend.biyfKyn
tnkqComets prewarne, whose havocke in vaste FeildbiKin
tnkqThe stony girthes of Citties: me thy puple,niaqib
tnkqTo be his subjects vassaile, and inducebaceaaen
tnkq Enter Iaylor, Daughter, Maide.biyQen
tnkqBut he is like his master coy and scornefull.naqeab
tnkqIs sure th' end o'th Combat. Enter Servant.Naacyib
tnkq 2. K. Is it a maide?beqen
vaShe bathes in water, yet her fire must burne:nyiqcab
vaThe boare (quoth she) whereat a suddain pale,beachhen
vaPoore floure (quoth she) this was thy fathers guise,nacceab
luc To wish that I their father had not been. nykeb
lucTheir father was too weak, and they strong,nykeb
luc'When wilt thou be the humble suppliant's friend,bakyn
lucMake her moans mad with their sweet melody;nyacciib
lucHer grief, but not her grief's true quality;nikab
lucCharging the sour-faced groom to hie as fastnieakeab
lucOf skilful painting, made for Priam's Troy,neqaB
luc Onward to Troy with the blunt swains he goes,baccen
son This were to be new made when thou art ould, nacciyib
sonAnd die as fast as they see others grow, nieakeab
sonMuch liker then your painted counterfeit:biykin
sonTo show me worthy of their sweet respect, nyacciib
sonTo let bace cloudes ore-take me in my way, beoiqin
sonCan bring him to his sweet vp-locked treasure, naacciib
sonOf their sweet deathes, are sweetest odors made:nyacciib
sonThou art as faire in knowledge as in hew, beaken
sonFor all my vowes are othes but to misuse thee:nacaib
e3qDid sit vpon their fathers regall Throne:nykeb
e3qNor neuer make faire wether, or take truce,nyiccib
e3qThat may for sighes, set downe true sighes indeed: [430]bycian
e3qTalking of griefe, to make thee ready grone,nikib
e3qReligion is austere and bewty gentle,naecab
e3qTo cut this right hande of the better waie,biyccen
e3qWhen vassell feare lies trembling at his feete,nakiib
e3q Enter Marriner.biyQeyyn
e3q Iohn. Edward know that Iohn the true king of Fraunce, [1410]bycion
e3qObraids thee with thine arrogant intrusion,bycan
e3qA theeuish pyrate, and a needie mate,niqeb
e3qAnd take awaie their downie featherbedes,nikieb
e3qThe snares of French, like Emmets on a banke,noiIqqib
e3qkneele and kisse his fathers handnakeb
e3qThat Fraunce hath no more kings, and that same kingbaeqion
e3qAnd with thy selfe and those kneele at his feete,nakiib
e3qFor all your knights to passe his fathers land,nakeb
e3qBut with all bountie feasted them and theirs.nikieab
e3qThat dines at such a bloudie feast as this.nikieab
e3qSo doth my sonne reioyce his fathers heart,nakeb
e3qThis wreath of conquest, and reward of warre,naccyieb
locf3And grieve to see your person vexed thus; nicib
locf3And cause so great effusion of bloud,bikkcan
locf3Nay, like a Prince that seeks his father's joy.nakeb
locf3 Strum. Drink thou the rest Trumpart amain: [600]beqen
locf3 Cap. The poorest state is farthest from annoy,nakeyb
locf3we to do with him, or he with us? but you sir masternyqeab
locf3Shall fully shew their fatal overthrow.nykeb
locf3 Enter Humber, Hubba, Segar, Trussier, andBycaan
locf3That oft hath sav'd his Masters doubtfull life:naQeab
locf3Look where my Master lies, Master, Master.niaQeab
locf3For this revenge; for this sweet word Revengenaacciib
locf3Rather then that this murther were undone. [1320]naqcyb
locf3 Strumbo hearing his voice starts up, and puts his meatnaqieb
locf3What Euphrates, what light-foot EuripusbIcyn
locf3To trouble Locrine in his sweetest life,naacciib
locf3And place young Locrine in his father's Tombe.nakeb
ytf3Thou art lier Champion thou, her private friend,bikyn
ytf3now the Moon's in the last quarter, waining, waining, [470]biyccen
amorettibut what this verse, that neuer shall expyre,naciyaib
amorettiShame be thy meed, and mischiefe thy reward.nikib
amorettiAnd long since ready forth his maske to moue,naqeaoib
amorettiTo honors seat and chastities sweet bowre.niaacciib
amorettiHow slowly does sad Time his feathers moue?nakieb
amorettiOf women in their smart,nyaqeyb
dianaIn briefe, all flowers from her their vertue take;nyciyb
dianafro[m] her sweet breath, their sweet smels do proceede;nyacciib
dianatwo starres in chiefe, the Crest was waues of gold,nikib
dianaand neuer feedeth but on daintie meate,niqieb
dianaFor onely the sweet fruite of this sweete tree,naacciib
dianadead-palsey sicke of all my chiefest parts,nikiab
dianaTo stammering minds such is good Cupids dish. beqqiyn
dianato thee in plaine and publique tearmes vnrould,nvcib
dianatelling his vertues in their vertues true.nyciyb
dianaThough shee protests the faithfullest seueritie,baiciyn
dianaFor if one neuer lou'd like mee, then whynoiqiib
dianahis Fathers conquests) wept, least he should leauenaKeb
fqHis dwelling is; there Tethys his wet bednaccib
fqLong time they thus together traueiled,byecin
fqAnd to this wretched Lady, my deare loue,naccyib
fqAnd with that suddein horror could no member moue.bachhin
fqTime and suffised fates to former kyndnaihkeb
fqIn stead thereof he kist her wearie feet,nikiib
fqEre long he came, where Vna traueild slow,byecin
fqAll bare through peoples feet, which thither traueiled.byecin
fqAnd fretting griefe the enemy of life;nikib
fqAnd vnderneath their feet, all scattered laynykiib
fqAnd Phoebus fresh, as bridegrome to his mate,naqeb
fqTheir shining shieldes about their wrestes they tye,nyccyiab
fqLeaue off their worke, vnmindfull of their smart,nyaqeyb
fqTho gathering vp the relicks of his smartnaaqeyb
fqNot throughly heald, vnreadie were to ride.nicciyib
fqOf whom he meanes his bloudie feast to make,nikieab
fqWhich quit from death yet quakes in euery limbvceoian
fqTo weet the cause, his weake steps gouerning,naccieoiab
fqAs he had traueild many a sommers day,byecin
fqLed with their noise, which through the aire was thrown:nyicceab
fqThen rip vp griefe, where it may not auaile,becen
fqThemselues, for feare into his iawes to fall,necciab
fqBut wise and warie was that noble Pere,nicceab
fqHow ill it sits with that same siluer hedbaeqian
fqIn warlike feates th'expertest man aliue,noikieb
fqCould euer find, to grieue the gentlest hart on ground?nicib
fqNothing is sure, that growes on earthly ground:naacyib
fqWho first vs greets, and after faire areedesbiyken
fqIs then vniust to each his due to giue?nahcib
fqThe damned ghosts, that doe in torments waile,baccen
fqWhose onely ioy was to relieue the needesnicib
fqFaire Vna gan Fidelia faire request,nyiyivciab
fqThat he desirde to end his wretched dayes:naccyib
fqThat drew on men Gods hatred, and his wrath,naccyeb
fqAnd euer when his feet encombred were,nakiib
fqThat by the wearie way were traueiling,byecin
fqThe first and chiefest of the seuen, whose carenikiab
fqAlbe Charissa were their chiefest founderesse.nikiab
fqWhen wintry storme his wrathfull wreck does threat,naccyeb
fqBut thought his armes to leaue, and helmet to vnlace.naeyqiab
fqThe well of life, ne yet his vertues had forgot.naciyb
fqFor she had great doubt of his safety,naaekib
fqHe woxe dismayd, and gan his fate to feare;nakeb
fqAnd looked forth, to weet, if true indeedebycin
fqOne that would wiser seeme, then all the rest,naiyaiiqib
fqAnd all the floore was vnderneath their feetnykiib
fqWhat needs me tell their feast and goodly guize,nykieab
fqDiscourst his voyage long, according his request.nayivciab
fqThen forth he called that his daughter faire,biyken
fqThis craftie messenger with letters vaine,biyacen
fqAnd all the while sweete Musicke did applybiQcan
fqBut now so wise and warie was the knightnicceab
fqThat from his head no place appeared to his feete.nakiib
fqAnd entertaine themselues with court'sies meet,niaqiib
fqIn this faire wize they traueild long yfere,byecin
fqAnd with bold furie armes the weakest hart;nieyqiab
fqBut sith this wretched woman ouercomenaccyib
fqImprinted had that token of his wrath,naccyeb
fqHad vertue pourd into their waters bace,nycceb
fqIn hope to win more fauour with his mate,naqeb
fqHis sunbroad shield about his wrest he bond,naccyiab
fqBut he, not like a wearie traueilere,byecin
fqO fly from wrath, fly, O my liefest Lord:nikiab
fqAnd stablish termes betwixt both their requests,nyyivciab
fqAfter their wearie sweat and bloudy toile,niaccieb
fqI witnesse am, and this their wretched sonne,nyccyib
fqAnd many-folded shield he bound about his wrest.naccyiab
fqTo fret for anger, or for griefe to mone?nikib
fqOn goodly courser thundring with his feet,nakiib
fqTract of his foot: then dead through great affrightbekkyn
fqShe brought to mischiefe through occasion,nikib
fqKindles Reuenge, and threats his rusty knife;naycab
fqBut prickt so fiers, that vnderneath his feetenakiib
fqFrom that, which feeble nature couets faine;baken
fqFor all her words she drownd with laughter vaine,biycen
fqAnd at their feet her selfe most humbly feld,nykiib
fqDoe loue, where loue does giue his sweet alarmes,naacciib
fqBut most were stampt, and in their metall barenyqib
fqSoone as he Guyon saw, in great affrightbekkyn
fqAt the well head the purest streames arise:byieqiaeyn
fqBeside his head there sate a faire young man,bieken
fqAnd Guyons shield about his wrest he bond;naccyiab
fqThem on her bulwarke beares, and bids them nought auaile.becen
fqThat vnderneath his feet soone made a purple plesh.nakiib
fqFor now arriued is his fatall howre,nakeb
fqBut by your wondrous worth and warlike featnoikieb
fqSome rusty kniues, some staues in fire warmd.becian
fqThe which them did in modest wise amate,naieqeb
fqBut three the chiefest, and of greatest powre,nikiab
fqRight firme & strong, though somewhat they declind;nyqiab
fqAmidst them all he in a chaire was set,nyicceaaib
fqWhat colour were their waters that same day,nycceb
fqBut taught the land from wearie warres to cease.nicceyyiab
fqArraught the rule, and from their father drew,nykeb
fqThe noble braunch from th'antique stocke was tornenvciab
fqBy which he freed the Traueilers high way,Byecin
fqWho wandring through the world with wearie feet,nikiib
fqThat yet remaines his wide memoriall:byiqen
fqSurfeat, misdiet, and vnthriftie wast,nicceab
fqNe scarse his feet on ground were seene to tred;nakiib
fqThereat he smitten was with great affright,bekkyn
fqNe wist he, what to thinke of that same sight,baeqian
fqTho lifting vp his vertuous staffe on hye,naciyb
fqAnd all that dreadfull Armie fast gan flyenikeab
fqThat fairer seemes, the lesse ye see her may;nyiyaiiqiab
fqThat certes it great pittie was to seenicceab
fqThem from the tempest of his wrathfulnesse,naccyeb
fqStreight way he with his vertuous staffe them strooke,naciyb
fqTo which he turned in his wrathfull stound,naccyeb
fqWith hope of thing, that may allegge his smart;naaqeyb
fqHappie this Realme, had it remained euer since.byiqen
fqAnd for his warlike feates renowmed is,noikieb
fqTo liue in thraldome of his fathers foe;nakeb
fqTho when the terme is full accomplishid,biyqin
fqIf they be dead, then woe is me therefore:naqib
fqWhich alwayes of his paines he made the chiefest meed.nikiab
fqAnd fortune Boteswaine no assuraunce knowes,biaccen
fqOr weene by warning to auoyd his fate?nakeb
fqHis mightie waters to them buxome bee;nicceb
fqThat the hard rocks could scarse from teares refraine,bieyiayikyen
fqOf the wide aire her way does cut amaine,beqen
fqWith their light wings, the sights of semblants vaine:bacen
fqNow certes swaine (said he) such one I weene,biaaccen
fqShe promist kisses sweet, and sweeter thingsnaaiaacciib
fqFrom off their dainty limbes the dustie sweat,niaccieb
fqGreat pittie sure, that ye be so forlorneniacyib
fqEach bird his mate, ne any does enuienaqeb
fqEmongst the shadie leaues, their sweet abode,nyacciib
fqPossesseth him, and of his sweetnesse takes her fill.naacciib
fqAll were the beame in bignesse like a mast,noieqeab
fqFor he in counterfeisance did excell,biykin
fqTho fast her clipping twixt his armes twaine,naeyqiab
fqTo weet, what wight he was, and what his quest:navciab
fqAnd of his bowels made his bloudie feast:nikieab
fqBut to the rest, which in this Quest proceednaVciab
fqThat loues his fetters, though they were of gold.nakib
fqStood gazing, as if suddein great affrightbekkyn
fqThat Albion had conquered first by warlike feat.noikieb
fqAnd loth to leaue his liefest pelfe behind,nikiab
fqMight scerne, that it was not his sweetest sweet,naacciib
fqThus long they three together traueiled,byecin
fqNe word he had to speake, his griefe to tell,nikib
fqHe ran as fast, as both his feete could beare,nakiib
fqO Hatefull hellish Snake, what furie furstnikcyab
fqMust not here thinke to liue: for life is wretchednesse.naccyib
fqAread what course of you is safest dempt,naaekiab
fqMany faire pourtraicts, and many a faire feate,nyikieb
fqWhiles the proud Bird ruffing his fethers wyde,nakib
fqWith womanish teares, and with vnwarlike smarts,noiaqeyb
fqThat much she muz'd, yet could not construe itbycin
fqThat all his many it affraide did make:bekkyen
fqLightly he clipt her twixt his armes twaine,naeyqiab
fqThe beast astonisht stands in middest of his smart.naaqeyb
fqTo stint all strife, and foster friendly peace,biykyn
fqMisdoubted lost through mischiefe that befell;nikib
fqAnd of all old dislikes they made faire weather,nyiccieb
fqThat oft for her in bloudie armes they fought.nieyqiab
fqThrough secret vnderstanding of their feature.nykieb
fqThen shewing forth signes of their fathers blood,nykeb
fqCarelesse of perill in their fiers affret,niyaekkyib
fqThe wicked weapon heard his wrathfull vow,naccyeb
fqAgainst so many no lesse mightie met,niqib
fqAnd secret feare, to see their fatall fine,nykeb
fqAnd entertaining her with curt'sies meet,niaqiib
fqSo much the more her griefe, the more her toyle:nikib
fqThe which Pactolus with his waters shere,nacceb
fqIn which he wont the relickes of his feast,nakieab
fqAnd raught downe to his waste, when vp he stood,nacceab
fqBut what I was, it irkes me to rehersenyoiaqib
fqTime to my will, and from his wrathfull sightnaccyeb
fqI rest his wretched thrall, the sad AEmylia.naccyib
fqA streame of coleblacke bloud thence gusht amaine,beqen
fqArriuing there, he found this wretched man,naccyib
fqWhich likly was his liefest loue to be,nikiab
fqThe great tormenting griefe, that for her sakenikib
fqA sunder, yet not euer in one place,biciyn
fqWho all the while beheld their wrathfull moode,nyccyeb
fqAs bosting in their martyrdome vnmeet.nyqeyb
fqInto his waters, as he passeth downe,nacceb
fqAnd nam'd the riuer of his wretched fate;naccyib
fqAnd wau'd vpon, like water Chamelot,noicceb
fqAnd all mankinde do nourish with their waters clere.nycceb
fqAnd the first blossome of faire vertue bare,nyiciyb
fqOf all whose weight, he would not misse a fether.naaiekib
fqFirst in one ballance set the true aside.byciean
fqAs when the daughter of Thaumantes faire,biaken
fqHe ment the thiefe there deadly to haue smit:nikib
fqThat euer in this wretched case ye were?naccyib
fqDoth them compell to worke, to earne their meat,nyqieb
fqThem fairely entertaynd with curt'sies meete,niaqiib
fqSo backe againe they homeward turnd their feete.nykiib
fqIn stupid sorow, sith thy iuster meritbiyqiyn
fqWhat now is left Clarinda? what remaines,byiqen
fqLife, freedome, grace, and gifts of great auaile,becen
fqWith sodaine stounds of wrath and griefe attone:nikieb
fqHe had three sonnes, all three like fathers sonnes,noikeb
fqThey tied were to stedfast chastity,nihcciyib
fqTo all, that shall require my comfort in their smart.nyaqeyb
fqThat vnder Isis feete doth sleepe for euer:nakiib
fqHe mote not come, to wreake his wrathfull mood.naccyeb
fqFast did they fly, as them their feete could beare,nykiib
fqWell knowen by his feates, and famous ouer all.nakieb
fqOf which he in faire weather wont to take great store.nyiccieb
fqShe was about affaires of common wele,bekken
fqIn their first flowre, before this fatall teenenakeb
fqAlreadie seemes that fortunes headlong wheeleniaiiqiab
fqAs from my chiefest foe me to release,nikiab
fqThat backe she would haue turnd for great affright.bekkyn
fqVnder her wombe his fatall sword he thrust,nakeb
fqYet let me you of courtesie request,niyivciab
fqThat from your selfe I doe this vertue bring,naciyb
fqAnd hauing somewhat calm'd his wrathfull heatnaccyeb
fqFaire was the Ladie sure, that mote contentniacyib
fqThen as it were t'auenge his wrath on mee,naccyeb
fqWho ere he thence had traueild many a mile,byecin
fqDid sleepe all night through weary trauell of his quest.navciab
fqTill to that Ladies fathers house he came;niakeb
fqSo as he was pursuing of his questnavciab
fqStaide not to succour her in that affright,bekkyn
fqThen vp he tooke her twixt his armes twaine,naeyqiab
fqHe saw, the present mischiefe to redresse,nikib
fqAnd the frutes of the forrest was their feast:nykieab
fqThen tooke he vp betwixt his armes twainenaeyqiab
fqLo this my cause of griefe to you appeares;nikib
fqThen turning to that swaine, him well he knewbaccen
fqAnd laying hand vpon his wrathfull blade,naccyeb
fqWho both in minde, the which most grieueth me,nicib
fqTheir hearts were sicke, their sides were sore, their feete were lame.nykiib
fqTherefore the Prince, whom great affaires in myndbekken
fqWhich when the Ladie saw, with great affrightbekkyn
fqAnd falling lowly at his feet, her bowdnakiib
fqLay in the lap of death, rewing his wretched bale.naccyib
fqHim often scourg'd, and forst his feete to fynd:nakiib
fqThe villaine leauing him vnto his matenaqeb
fqWith other diuelish ceremonies met:niaqib
fqThen to the rest his wrathfull hand he bends,naccyeb
fqBe but vaine shadowes to this safe retyrenaaekiyib
fqAnd long while after, whilest him list remaine,byiqen
fqThis newcome shepheard had his market mard.naqeyoib
fqAs they are wont in faire sunshynie weather,niccieb
fqNot I so happy, answerd then that swaine,baccen
fqAnd to renue the rigour of his smart:naaqeyb
fqTo serue the vengeaunce of his wrathfull will;naccyeb
fqTo make it seeme more deare and dainty, as is meet.naqiib
fqBy which he mote accomplish his request,nayivciab
fqT'inquire for slaues; where being readie metniqib
fqTherewith some other of the chiefest theeuesnikiab
fqAnd his owne flesh he readie was to teare:nicceab
fqThe whiles faire Pastorell through great affrightbekkyn
fqKnowing his fatall hand by former feare;nakeb
fqTho when the Beast saw, he mote nought auaile,becen
fqAnd ioy to weary wandring trauailers did lend:byecen
fqFor, nought against their wils might countervaile:biycen
fqOf which, the greatest part is due to me,nahcib
fqWhereon he rode, not easie was to deeme;nicceab
fqWhose tombe faire loue, and fairer vertue kept,nyiyciyb
fqThat leades thy muse in hautie verse to maske,niciyaib
fqThose trustie mates, that loued thee so well,niqeb
sc That now vnnethes their feete could them vphold.nykiib
sc The watrie wette weighed downe his head,biccin
sc And threwe: but nought availed:becen
sc Chloris, that is the chiefest Nymph of al,nikiab
sc For more finesse with a tawdrie lace.becchyn
sc And his wreathed hornes gan newly sprout:naccyieb
sc The old lineaments of his fathers grace.nakeb
sc Open the dore at his request.nayivciab
sc Per. For priefe thereof, my death shall weepe,nikib
sc And Cuddie, fresh Cuddie, the liefest boye,nikiab
sc My sheepe bene wasted, (wae is me therefore)naqib
sc So as the heauens did quake his verse to here.naciyaib
sc Sike myrth in May is meetest for to make,naqiib
sc Relieue thy Oaten pypes, that sleepen long.nicib
sc But thing on earth that is of most auaile,becen
sc The braunch once dead, the budde eke needes must quaile,bvcen
sc One if I please, enough is me therefore.naqib
sc Let me, ah lette me in your folds ye lock,biqin
a&sYe that do dictionaries methode bringniaqib
a&sWith dearth of words, or answers quite awrie,bieccyn
a&sWhen I might reade those Letters faire of blissebiyaken
a&sMost sweet-faire, most faire-sweete, do not, alas,nyiacciib
a&sWhat sobs can giue words grace my griefe to show?nikib
a&sBut heere I do store of faire ladies meet,niaqiib
a&sShe thinkes you do letters write;biyaccyn
a&sOnely rich in mischiefs treasure.nikab
deliaAnd crosse my cares ere greater summes arise.biyacqqiaeyn
deliaHard is her hart and woe is me therefore.naqib
delia Lookes feede my Hope, Hope fosters me in vaine;biyaqin
delia Her voyce betraies me to her hand and eye:niaqib
deliaWhere loe I languish in so heauie smart,niaqeyb
deliaTo adde more griefe to aggrauat my sorrow.nikib
deliaOr as the saddest tale at suddaine hearing,bachhen
pl1That with the mightiest rais'd me to contend,nahqib
pl1That Glory never shall his wrath or mightnaccyeb
pl1Can perish: for the mind and spirit remainsbyiqen
pl1In Vallombrosa, where th'Etrurian shadesbycyn
pl1Your wearied vertue, for the ease you findnihciyb
pl1The Syrian Damsels to lament his fatenakeb
pl1Lik'ning his Maker to the Grazed Ox,naQeoiyb
pl1New warr, provok't; our better part remainsbyiqen
pl1Fell long before; nor aught avail'd him nowbecen
pl2Our stronger, some worse way his wrath may findnaccyeb
pl2Though inaccessible, his fatal Throne:nakeb
pl2Our servile offerings. This must be our tasknaqcab
pl2Live to our selves, though in this vast recess,naceab
pl2Suffice, or what evasion bear him safebicean
pl2Or unknown Region, what remains him lessbyiqen
pl2Loose all thir vertue; least bad men should boastnyciyb
pl2Ended rejoycing in thir matchless Chief:nyqeb
pl2The irksom hours, till his great Chief return.nikyib
pl2From Beds of raging Fire to starve in Icebeycin
pl2Level'd his deadly aime; thir fatall handsnykeb
pl2Forth issu'd, brandishing his fatal Dartnakeb
pl2And like a weather-beaten Vessel holdsnoieccieb
pl3Thir maker, or thir making, or thir Fate,nyKeb
pl3I formd them free, and free they must remain,byiqen
pl3Most glorious, in him all his Father shonnaKeb
pl3Which uttering thus he to his Father spake.naKeb
pl3He with his whole posteritie must dye,niqcab
pl3In Paradise, fast by the Tree of Lifenaikeab
pl3Of Heav'ns ascent they lift thir Feet, when loenyKiib
pl3Cowles, Hoods and Habits with thir wearers tostnyccieyiyab
pl3The Stairs were then let down, whether to darenyacciyib
pl3That both in him and all things, as is meet,naqiib
pl4His breaded train, and of his fatal guilenakeb
pl4The Clouds that on his Western Throne attend:naCCiab
pl4Or glittering Starr-light without thee is sweet.naacciib
pl4Half way up Hill this vast Sublunar Vault,naceab
pl5Girt like a Starrie Zone his waste, and roundnacceab
pl5And colours dipt in Heav'n; the third his feetnakiib
pl5To love or not; in this we stand or fall:nacciab
pl5Made answer. Mightie Father, thou thy foesniKeb
pl5Laugh'st at thir vain designes and tumults vain,bacen
pl5If these magnific Titles yet remainbyiqen
pl6In duskie wreathes, reluctant flames, the signeniccyieb
pl6Of brazen Chariots rag'd; dire was the noisenyicceab
pl6Vital in every part, not as frail manbeakyen
pl6Encamping, plac'd in Guard thir Watches round,nyCCeb
pl6Omniscient thought. True is, less firmly arm'd,Bycin
pl6Ruin must needs ensue; for what availesbecen
pl6Had not th' Almightie Father where he sitsniKeb
pl6Shon full, he all his Father full exprestnaKeb
pl6And Temple of his mightie Father Thron'dniKeb
pl7In presence of th' Almightie Father, pleas'dniKeb
pl7Approach not mee, and what I will is Fate.naKeb
pl7Her state with Oarie feet: yet oft they quitnikiib
pl7Consummate lovly smil'd; Aire, Water, Earth,nyiCCeb
pl7Frequent; and of the Sixt day yet remain'd;byiqen
pl8Creator; something yet of doubt remaines,byiqen
pl8One day and night; in all thir vast surveynyceab
pl9From Pole to Pole, traversing each Colure;byeciyan
pl9Descend to? who aspires must down as lownyiaqcab
pl9Then ever, bountie of this vertuous Tree.naciyb
pl9How dark'nd; innocence, that as a veilebeaecin
pl9To counterfet Mans voice, true in our Fall,bycin
pl10Eeven hee who now foretold his fatal bruise,nakeb
pl10Thir mighty Chief returnd: loud was th' acclaime:nikyib
pl10Of my performance: What remains, ye Gods,byiqen
pl10To the reception of thir matter act,nyqeb
pl10And tresses all disorderd, at his feetnakiib
pl11A militarie Vest of purple flowdniCiab
pl11How didst thou grieve then, Adam, to beholdnicib
pl12And while the dread of judgement past remainsbyiqen
pl12With fair equalitie, fraternal state,nikyeb
pl12As mockt they storm; great laughter was in Heav'nbiyccean
pl12His outward freedom: Tyrannie must be,niqcab
pl12To call by Vision from his Fathers house,naKeb
pl12And overwhelm thir Warr: the Race electnyCCeyyb
pl12What Man can do against them, not affraid,bekkyen
pl12And vapour as the Libyan Air adust,nyehcab
gorbThat plaints and prayers can no whit[23] avail, bfgecen
gorbThe mighty Gods forbid that ever IbiciyN
gorbHis wretched head shall pay the worthy pricenaccyib
gorbThe bootless[111] case may yet appeal his wrath: naccyeb
gorbBut I will to the king their father haste nykeb
gorbNe reason, nor regard of right avails becen
gorbThe Gods on thee in hell shall wreak their wrath nyccyeb
gorb110 That longer could he not refrain from proof byikyen
gorbWill every wight believe that such hard heart nicib
gorbDear Eubulus work this we thee beseech.naccib