| Code |
Character |
Lines |
First Line |
|
| G-570 |
Guiderius | 24 |
Feare no more the heate o'th'Sun, (chant) |
|
| G-570 |
Arviragus | 24 |
Feare no more the heate o'th'Sun, (chant) |
|
| G-571 |
Arviragus | 25 |
The Bird is dead |
|
| M-570 |
Arviragus | 25 |
The Bird is dead |
|
| M-571 |
Belarius | 30 |
How hard it is to hide the sparkes of Nature?
(These Boyes know little they are Sonnes to’th’King,) |
|
| M-572 |
Belarius | 21 |
So sure as you, your Fathers: I (old Morgan)
(Heere are your Sonnes againe, and I must loose) |
|
| M-573 |
Clotten | 24 (prose) |
I am neere to’th’place where they should meet, |
|
| M-574 |
Clotten | 28 (prose) |
I love, and hate her: for she’s Faire and Royall,
(Ile have this Secret from thy heart, or rip) |
|
| M-575 |
Iachimo | 41 |
All too soone I shall,
(Your daughters Chastity, (there it beginnes)) |
|
| M-576 |
Iachimo | 20 |
Thankes fairest Lady:
(What are men mad? Hath Nature given them eyes) |
|
| M-577 |
Iachimo | 41 |
The Crickets sing, and mans ore-labor'd sense |
|
| M-578 |
Pisanio | 23 |
How? of Adultery? Wherefore write you not |
|
| M-579 |
Pisanio | 26 |
Well then, heere's the point:
(You must forget to be a Woman: change) |
|
| M-580 |
Posthumus | 38 |
Close by the battell, ditch’d, and wall’d with turph, |
|
| M-581 |
Posthumus | 35 |
Is there no way for Men to be, but Women |
|
| M-582 |
Posthumus | 27 |
Most welcome bondage; for thou art a way |
|
| M-583 |
Posthumus | 33 |
Yea bloody cloth, Ile keep thee: for I am wisht |
|
| W-570 |
Imogen | 15 |
Away, I do condemne mine eares, that have |
|
| W-571 |
Imogen | 33 |
False to his Bed? What is it to be false? |
|
| W-572 |
Imogen | 27 |
I see a mans life is a tedious one, |
|
| W-573 |
Imogen | 21 |
Oh for a Horse with wings: Hear'st thou Pisanio? |
|
| W-574 |
Imogen | 23 |
Thou should'st have made him
(I would have broke mine eye-strings;) |
|
| W-575 |
Imogen | 28 |
Thou told'st me when we came from horse, the place |
|
| W-576 |
Imogen | 16 |
True honest men being heard, like false Æneas, |
|
| W-577 |
Imogen | 35 |
Who, thy Lord? That is my Lord Leonatus?
(Oh for a Horse with wings: Hear'st thou Pisanio?) |
|
| W-578 |
Imogen | 25 |
Why, I must dye:
(And if I do not by thy hand, thou art) |
|
| W-579 |
Imogen | 42 |
Yes sir, to Milford-Haven, which is the way? |
|
| W-580 |
Queene | 20 |
That opportunity
(And Britaines strut with Courage.) |
|
| W-581 |
Queene | 38 |
Weepes she still (saist thou?) |
|
