Music Reference ID Work Character RSC Line Number RSC Text Norton Oxford Line Number Norton Oxford Text F1 Character F1 Text First Edition Character First Edition Text Third Edition Text Through Line Number Q1 Q2 Q3 Arden Line Number Arden Text Oxford Line Number Oxford Text Cambridge Line Number Cambridge Text Comments
1181 Pericles Gower 22.6 What pageantry, what feats, what shows, | What ^minstrelsy and pretty din^ | The regent made in Mytilene Gower What pageantry, what feats, what showes, | What minstrelsie, and prettie din, | The Regent made in Metalin, 5.2.6 22.6 5.2.6 Miteline
1182 Rape of Lucrece 333 And give the sneaped birds more cause to ^sing^. And giue the sneaped birds more cause to sing. 333 333 333
1183 Rape of Lucrece 435 His ^drumming^ heart cheers up his burning eye His drumming heart cheares vp his burning eye, 435 435 435
1184 Rape of Lucrece 470 First like a ^trumpet^ doth his tongue begin | To ^sound a parley^ to his heartless foe First like a Trompet doth his tongue begin, | To sound a parlie to his heartlesse foe, 470 470 470
1185 Rape of Lucrece 524 Shalt have thy trespass cited up in ^rhymes^ | And ^sung^ by children in succeeding times. Shalt haue thy trespasse cited vp in rimes, | And sung by children in succeeding times. 524 524 524
1186 Rape of Lucrece 553 And moody Pluto winks while ^Orpheus plays^. And moodie PLVTO winks while Orpheus playes. 553 553 553
1187 Rape of Lucrece 817 Feast-finding ^minstrels tuning^ my defame | Will tie the ^hearers to attend^ each line Feast-finding minstrels tuning my defame, | VVill tie the hearers to attend ech line, 817 817 817
1188 Rape of Lucrece 871 The adder hisses where the ^sweet birds sing^ The Adder hisses where the sweete birds sing, 871 871 871
1189 Rape of Lucrece 1080 By this, lamenting Philomel had ended | The ^well-tuned warble^ of her nightly sorrow By this lamenting Philomele had ended | The well-tun'd warble of her nightly sorrow, 1079 1079 1079
1190 Rape of Lucrece 1107 The little birds that ^tune^ their morning’s joy | Make her moans mad with their ^sweet melody^ The little birds that tune their mornings ioy, | Make her mones mad, with their sweet melodie, 1107 1107 1107