Prologue

What news, I prithee?

Homeward did they bend their course

My books ... shall be my company

The ill wind which blows

Under thy own life's key

Be bounteous at our meal

To me thy secrets tell

To desperate ventures

Quittance or obligation

Most ponderous and substantial things

Use careful watch; choose trusty sentinels

A good direction

All strange and terrible events

Tedious stumbling blocks

By the progress of the stars

A secret to reveal

Snares to trap mine enemies

The insolent foe

Heirs of fixed destiny

Oh villainy!

A monument upon thy bones

Let slip the dogs of war

Unquiet meals make ill digestions

With hidden help and vantage

Secrets of the grave

In the bottom of a tomb

Of other men's secrets

Swifter than the wandering moon

To listen after news

With golden promises

Foul deeds will rise

This chase is hotly follow'd

Regard him well

"Come, gaoler, bring me where the goldsmith is: I long to know the truth hereof at large"

Epilogue

Appendix.