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Ant on Bosola- lecherous
Would be as lecherous, covetous, or proud, Bloody, or envious, as any man
Bosola on Cardinal and Ferdinand- plum
He and his brother are like plum tree that grow crooked over standing pools
Antonio on Ferd- turbulent
A most perverse and turbulent nature; what appears in him mirth is merely outside
Ant on Duchess- sum
All her particular worth grows to this sum, she stains the time past, lights the time to come
Card on Ant- honest
You are deceived in him, his nature is too honest for this business
Ferd to Bos- widow
She’s a young widow I would not have him marry again
Ferd to Duchess- wedding
Such wedding may more properly be said to be executed than celebrated
Duchess to herself- royal
If all my royal kindred lay in my way unto this marriage I’d make them my low foot- steps
Duchess to Ant- ring
‘Twas my wedding ring and i did vow to never part with it but to my second husband
Duchess to Ant- heart
Make not your heart so dead a piece of flesh to fear more than to love me
Card on Duchess- fearful madness
Whether the spirit of greatness or of woman reign most in her, i know not, but it shows a fearful madness
Duch
Lights to my chamber. Oh, good Antonio,
I fear I am undone.
Ant to Bos
You are an impudent snake indeed, sir!
Are you scarce warm and do you show your sting?
Card to Julia
You fear my constancy because you have approved
Those giddy and wild turnings in yourself.
Card to Julia
‘Twas just like one
That hath a little fingering on the lute,
Yet cannot tune it.
Ferd
a sister damned, she’s loose I’th’hilts,
Grown a notorious strumpet!
Ferd
here it shall stick
Till of her bleeding heart I make a sponge
To wipe it out.
Card
Shall our blood,
The royal blood of Aragon and Castile,
Be thus attainted?
Ferd
Foolish men,
That e’er will trust their honour in…woman
Ferd.
Methinks I see her laughing,— Excellent hyena! … my imagination will carry me To see her in the shameful act of sin…
Duch
‘Tis welcome
For know, whether I am doomed to live, or die,
I can do both like a prince.
Ferd
If thou do love him cut out thine own tongue
Lest it bewray him.
Ferd
I will never see you more.
Duch
Why should only I
Of all the other princes of the world
Be cased up like a holy relic?
Bos
it cannot be said yet
That any ill happened unto thee,
Considering thy fall was accompanied with virtue.
Card
Doth she make religion her riding-hood
To keep her from the sun, and tempest?
Ferd
A slave that only smelled of ink and counters,
And ne’er in’s life looked like a gentleman
Duch
They have done wisely.
This puts me in mind of death
Duch
I am armed ‘gainst misery,
Bent to all sways of the oppressor’s will
Ferd
This darkness suits you well.
Ferd
I will leave this ring with you for a love token,
And the hand, as sure as the ring
Duch
I account this world a tedious theatre,
For I do play apart in’t gainst my will.
Ferd
Damn her, that body of hers While that my blood ran pure in’t, was more worth
Duch
What would it pleasure me to have my throat cut
With diamonds?
Cariola
I am not prepared for’t! I will not die!
Ferd
Cover her face. Mine eyes dazzle. She died young.
Ferd
Let me see her face again.
Why didst not thou pity her?
Ferd
Where shall thou find this judgement registered
Unless in hell?
Bos
Mercy upon me, what a fatal judgement
Hath fallen upon this Ferdinand.
Julia
What an excellent shape hath that fellow!
Julia
This nice modesty in ladies
Is but a troublesome familiar
That haunts them.
Card
Because I knew thou couldst not keep my counsel,
I have bound thee to’t by death.
Bos
And wherefore should you lay fair marble colours
Upon your rotten purposes to me?
Bos
O penitence, let me truly taste thy cup,
That throws men down, only to raise them up.
Ant
Echo, I will not talk with thee,
For thou art a dead thing.
Card
When he (Bos) hath served my turn,
He dies.
Bos
We are merely the stars’ tennis balls, struck and banded
Which way please them.
Card
How tedious is a guilty conscience!
Bos
The last part of my life
Hath done me best service.
Ferd
My sister! Oh, my sister, there’s the cause on’t!
Ferd- Poinard
My fathers poniard
Bosola- throat
Whose throat shall I cut
stage directions- figures
artificial figures of Antonio and his children appearing dead
ferd- coal
have their bodies burnt in a coal pit
duchess- malfi
I am duchess of malfi still
bosola- creature
I am your creature
duchess- diamonds
diamonds are most value that have passed through most jewelers hands
Ferd- witchcraft
the witchcarft lies in her rank blood
Antonio- noble
the right noble duchess
ferd- dust
like diamonds we are cut with our own dust