The name of Shakespeare, Laborer, in the neighbourhood of Stratford is spelt as above in George I. “Walter Shakespeare, of Tachbrooke, in the county of Warwicke, laborer, aged forty yeares or thereabouts, being sworne and examined, deposeth as follows: “To the fourth interrogatory this deponent saith that the cure of the parish has been neglected by the complainant, and in particular this deponent’s wife was put by being churched, there being no Divine Service at Tachbrooke one Sunday since the complainant’s institucion and induction; and this deponent further says that notice was given that his wife was to be churched that Sunday, and that this deponent was then and now is an inhabitant of the parish of Tachbrooke.”—Record Office, 41st Report, p. 555, 7 George I. Warwick and Stafford Exchequer. SUPPLEMENT. See p. 22.—Ante “Anthony Sherley and no other was he who wrote these plays.” Since I wrote the first portion of this pamphlet so much matter has turned up, showing beyond reasonable doubt that I am right in my conjecture as to Anthony Sherley, that I am encouraged to bring it also before the public. “Magna est veritas,” and in due time the leaven will work its way. I had called attention (p. 20) to the Sonnets 135, 136, 105. SONNET CV. Let not my love be called idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idle show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To _one_, of _one_, still such and ever so. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Still constant in a wondrous excellence; Therefore my verse to constancy confin’d, _One_ thing expressing, leaves out difference. Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words; And in this change is my invention spent, Three themes in _one_, which wondrous scope affords. Fair, kind, and true, have often liv’d alone Which three, till now, never kept seat in _one_. CXXXV. Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy _will_, And _will_ to boot, and _will_ in over-plus; More than enough am I that vex thee still, To thy sweet _will_ making addition thus. Wilt thou, whose _will_ is large and spacious, Not once vouchsafe to hide my _will_ in thine? Shall _will_ in others seem right gracious, And in my _will_ no fair acceptance shine? The sea, all water, yet receives rain still, And in abundance addeth to his store; So thou, being rich in _will_, add to thy _will_ One _will_ of mine, to make thy large _will_ more! Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill. Think all but _one_, and me in that _one Will_. and the enigmatical allusions in them to Sherley’s motto “only one.” He could not write “only one,” as it would have betrayed the author of the plays, but he shaves as near the wind as he dare, and as he says, Sonnet lxxvi., which I mentioned (p. 19):