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Duchess of Malfi
‘‘nice modesty…is but a () familiar’’
there is a saucy and ambitious devil in this circle
goodly roof is too low built
ambition madam is a great man’s madness
make them low my footsteps
this dangerous venture i shall assay
i am making my will: tis fit princes should
i would have you provide for him, give him all
death and diseases through the whole land spread
scurvy-face physic
i have taken you off your melancholy perch
complained of a piteous wound i’ th’ heart…first courted me
this mole does undermine me
the great… sink base
disguise witty but never wise
our value never truly be known till in the basket we be shown
of her heart i make a bleeding sponge
find a constant woman
so most widows says…lasts the turning of an hourglass
how tedious is a guilty conscience
eternal church…i hope we are not parted thus
patience better fortitude
my warrantable love
not set out to create any new tradition in my assay
lovely squire carry coals to her privy lodgings
whether we fall by ambition blood or lust like diamonds we are cut with our own dust
monstrous serpent?
this base quality of intelligencer
for this act i am certain to be raised
you are still plaguing women
look you the stars shine still
all comfort to your grace
to counterfeit heaven’s thunder
laugh when i laugh
sweet countenance
instalment in the habit of a soldier
marry herself unto so mean a man
cardinal bears himself much too cruel
to examine men’s pedigrees than virtue
weakest arm is strongest enough that strikes with the sword of justice
sorrow the eldest child of sin
the sword is at my throat you would not bawl so loud
i am studying the art of patience tis a noble art
foolish woman couldst thou not have poisoned him
tis… justice when one thief hangs another
to purge infected, blood such as hers
thou art a superstitious fool
it affrights me not
more beautiful in her tears than her smiles
why didst thou not pity her
a most honest man…if thou had borne her to some sanctuary
lead me out of this sensible hell
mine is another voyage
i go i know not whither
what … can two lovers find in sleep
gives her a dead man’s hand
only court-gall
melancholy churchman
fell into the galleys /in your service
a most perverse and turbulent nature
an excellent and most faithful courtier
can this ambitious age…prefer a man merely for his worth
this foul melancholy will poison all his goodness
should i take these they’d take me to hell
i would have you provide for him. give him all
man stands amazed to see his deformity in another creature
the great are base…when they seek shameful ways to avoid shame
ambition madam is a great man’s madness
dangerous venture??
a most perverse and turbulent nature
her fault and beauty…show like leprosy
so most women say…motion lasts no longer than the turning of an hourglass
i hope we are not parted thus in the eternal church sir
where were these penitent fountains while she was living
an excellent courtier and most faithful
can this ambitious age…prefer men for their worth???
more perfect in her tears than in her smiles
welcome the end of misery…a behaviour so noble
only court-gall
scurvy-face physic!
for this act i am certain to be raised
this base quality of intelligencer
to bring her to despair
the church enjoins starving i’ll starve myself to death
knowing to meet such excellent company
i hope we do not part thus in the eternal church
make them my low footsteps
this dangerous venture i shall assay
a most perverse and turbulent nature
thy husband’s bones…folded about my heart
till of her heart i make a bleeding sponge
we are now many and wife
can this ambitious age…prefer a man merely for worth?
how tedious is a guilty conscience
cardinal’s instalment in the habit of a soldier
the cardinal bears himself much too cruel
melancholy churchman
excellent courtier and most faithful
ambition madam is a great man’s madness
this goodly roof of yours is too low built
man stands amazed to see his deformity in any other creature but himself
the great are like the baase, nay they are the same, when they seek shameless ways to avoid shame
death and diseases through the whole land spread
this mole does undermine me
my warrantable love
sweet countenance
this is flesh and blood sir tis not the figure cut in alabaster that kneels at my husband’s tomb
whether i am doomed to live or die i can do both like a prince
lead me out of this sensible hell
mine is another voyage
oh justice. i suffer now for what hath former been
i go know not whither
you told me of a piteous wound i’ th’ heart…when you wooed first me
by my appointment the great duchess of malfi and two of her young children…were strangled
kiss th’ book
foolish woman! could thou not have poisoned him
our value never truly be known till in the fisher’s basket we be shown
doth she make religion her riding hood
to purge infected blood, blood such as hers
the sword’s at my throat! you would not bawl so loud then
too honest of nature
the business shall be comfort
to examine men’s pedigrees than virtues
misery of us that are born great
the birds…live happier than we for they may choose their mates
never in’s life looked like a gentleman
i woudl not change my peace of conscience for all the wealth of europe
time will easily scatter the tempest
i am making my will; tis fit princes should
i’d have you first provide for a good husband give him all
i am duchess of malfi still
lovely squire that carries coals up to her privy lodgings
why didst thou not pity her
an excellent honest man might’st thou had been if thou hadst borne her to some sanctuary
whether we fall by ambition blood or lust, like diamonds we are cut by our own dust
diamonds are of most value…most jeweller’s hands
weakest arm is strong enough that strikes with the sword of justice
marriage night…entrance to some prison
nice modesty…is but a troublesome familiar
i would have my ruin be sudden
what devil art thou that counterfeits heaven’s thunder
men of’t are valued high when th’are most wretched
a tedious theatre for i do play a part int ‘gainst my will
now by my life i pity you
end here and go no farther in your cruelty
my lingering consumption
pray sir
love mixed with fear is the sweetest
i have taken you off your melancholy perch
what cause hast thou to pursue my life
affect high pleasure beyond death
those whose faces do belie their hearts…give the devil suck
excellent, as i would wish she’s plagu’d in art
her fault and beauty … show like leprosy
this foul melancholy will poison all his goodness
a most perverse and turbulent nature
should i take thse they’d take me to hell
she is strumpet
you are your own chronicle too much and grossly flatter yourself
furnish her with beads and prayer books
their life a general mist of error’
the office of justice is perverted quite when one thief hangs another
love and duty may draw the poison out of him
i am studying the art of patience tis a noble virtue
thou art a dead thing
ne’er stagger in distrust to suffer death or shame for what is just
Paradise Lost
earth felt the wound
nature gave a second groan
of mortal change on earth
only just object of his ire
wilt thou enjoy the good and cavil the condition
no degree of mine…concurring to necessitate his fall
render me more equal
heav’nly breasts
justice with mercy
man’s friend
free will armed
man deserved to fall
was she thy god
resign thy manhood
idleness had been worse
pains only in childbirth
safest and seemliest by her husband stays
sole associate eve
how are we happy still in fear of harm
fulgent head
hiss for hiss returned with forked tongue
dismal universal hiss
venial discourse unblamed
better fortitude of patience and heroice martyrdom
let us seek death
infinite in his wrath also?
lifeless rib
divine displeasure for her sake
fondly overcome with female charm
eating his fill
adam took no thought
she plucked, she ate
low reverence done?
foretasted fruit
prime creatures?
spite then with spite is best repaid
only in destroying do i find ease
in rising mist
sorrow unfeigned
forwith to the place repairing where he judged them?
fruitless hours…mutual accusation
carnal desire inflaming
chewed bitter ashes
flesh of flesh
growing up to godhead
for not to irksome toil but to delight
seduced…believing lies against his maker
of enmity disarmed
fair defect of nature
god therefore cannot hurt ye and be just
greedily she engorged
dust thou art and to dust thou shalt return
for loss of life and pleasure overloved
perfhaps the fact is not so heinous now foretasted fruit
nor can i think that god…will in earnest so destroy us his prime creatures
against his better knowledge, not deceived
both confessed humbly their faults
she gave me of the tree and i did eat
the serpent me beguiled and i did eat
dwell and reign in bliss
god made thee of choice his own
dust i am and shall to dust return
we may light’n eac other’s burden in our share of woe
of old some orator renowned
pitying while he judged
The Tempest
o brave new world that has such people in’t
my strong imagination…a crown dropping upon thy head
i do beseech you…give him blows
you mar our labours
ling’ring perdition…shall step by step attend
i and my fellows are ministers of fate
instruments of desinty?
supplant the good prospero? and his innocent child
bravely hast thou performed the figure of this harpy ariel
sounds and sweet airs that hurt not
be not afeared
i cried to dream again
servant monster
o king stephano
the dropsy down this fool to dote on such luggage
it is but trash
peopl’d the isle with calibans
and then i loved thee
for this thou shalt have cramps
shrug’st thou malice
delicate ariel
do you love me dearly my delicate ariel
mine would were i human
if you beheld them now your affections would turn tender
let your indulgence set me free
i pray thee mark me that a brother should be so perfidious
this island’s mine by sycorax
a very foolish and ignorant monster
o cherubin smile infused with a fortitude from heaven
vouchsafe my prayer
why speaks my father so ungently
the cloud-capped towers
the great globe itself
i am your wife sir
tis new to thee
a heaviness that’s gone
this thing of darkness
i will
what canst thou demand my liberty
how now? moody?
this rough magic i here abjure
they being penitent my purpose doth extend not a frown further
no drowning mark
a pox o’ your throat
o you wonder
so perfect and so peerless
do love, honour and prize
honour riches marriage blessing
foison plenty
virgin-knot
miranda and ferdinand discovered playing at chess
all idle whores and knaves
i would with such perfection govern
have we devils
mooncalf
our entertainment? is finished?
i do forgive thy rankest faults
had i been any god of power
hell is empty and all the devils are here
sweet lord you play me false
for a score of kingdoms and i would call it fair play
monster i do smell all horse piss
i have done nothing but in care of thee
suffered with those that i saw suffer
i know thou canst not choose
why that’s my spirit!
torment i did free thee
make thee roar
all men idle
you are three men of sin
destiny hath to instrument this lower world
my high charms work…now in my power
she will outstrip all praise
my rihc gift
my brother’s servants were then my fellows; now they are my men
long live gonzalo!
barren hate
scarcity and want shall shun you
a contraact of true love
baseless fabric of this vision
i am your wife if you will marry me
this insubstantial pageant fade
enter ariel loaden with glistening apparel
thy foot-licker
thou liest
enter diverse spirits…dogs and hounds
hark they roar
fall fellowly drops
as you from your crimes would pardoned be
gentle breath of yours…or else my project fails
most majestic vision and harmonious charmingly
a thrice-double ass…to take this drunkard for a god
ay sir where lies that
else falls…heart;s sorrow and a clear life ensuing
release me from my bands with the help of your good hands
‘‘O brave new world that has such people in’t’’
this rough magic i here abjure
make your affections tender → mine would were i human
lingr’ing perdition
had i been any god of power 1.2
you mar our labours 1.1
mark me that a brother should be so perfidious
hell is empty and all the devils are here
what canst thou demand - my liberty
fine apparition
do you love me master - dearly delicate ariel
i do forgive thy rankest faults
why speaks my father so ungently
what a thrice double ass i was to take this drunk for god
monster!
sounds and sweets airs that hurt not
i cried to dream again
o king stephano!
bravely hast thou perform’d the figure of this harpy ariel
a contract of true love
no bed right paid till hymen’s lamps be lighted
my…not a frown further
sweet lord you play me false
for a score of kingdoms and i would call it fair play
why speakst my father so ungently
whom stripes may move
did seek to violate the honour of my child
all men idle whores and knaves
my strong imagination sees a crown drop on thy head
how well my garments sit upon me
ay sir where lies that
thou liest!
enter diverse spirits…prospero and ariel setting them on
i’ll wrack thee with old cramps, make thy bones ache
thou art pinch’d for it now
dropsy down this fool to dote on such luggage
let your indulgence set me free
vouchsafe my prayer
a third of mine own life
cherubin. thou didst smile with a fortitude infused from heaven
i and my fellows are ministers of fate
you are three men of sin
being most unfit to live… belch you up
supplant the good prospero
the king my father wrecked
monster i do smell all horsepiss
i have done nothing but in care of thee
suffered with those that i saw suffer
i know thou canst not choose
why that’s my spirit
this island’s mine by sycorax
such perfection govern
lingri’ng perdition worse than death…shall step by step attend
hang and drown
powers delaying not forgetting
else falls…heart’s sorrow and a clear life ensuing
whom destiny hath to instrument this lower world
my high charms work
she will outstrip all praise
my brother’s servants were then my fellows now they are my men
break her virign-knot
honour riches marriage blessing
scarcity and want shall shun you
baseless fabric of this vision
i am your wife if you will marry me
thy foot licker
hark they roar
your affections would become tender
they being pentitent…my purpose doth extend not a frowon further
a heaviness that’s gone
most majestic vision and harmonious charmingly
i and my fellows are ministers of fate
so perfect and so peerless
bravely the figure of this harpy has thou performed
thou didst smile with a fortitude infused from heaven
knock against my heart
the rarer act is in virtue than in vengenace
they being penitent, the sole drift of my purpose extend not a frown further
my liberty
ill show thee every fertile inch o’ the isle
servant-monster, mooncalf
any strange beast would make a man?
sweet lord you play me false - for a score of kingdoms you would and i would call it fair play
this swift business i must uneasy make lest too easy winning make the prize light
thou art inclined to sleep
i know thou canst not choose
if you beheld them now sir your affections would become tender
dost thou think so spirit
mine would sir were i human
whom stripes may move not kindness
i do forgive thy rankest faults
burden our remembrances with a heaviness that’s gone
this thing of darkness i acknowledge mine
go sirrah to my cell
i have suffered with those that i saw suffer
neglect all worldly ends
ay sir where lies that .. not a deity in my bosom
thou art pinched for it now sebastian
hang you insolent whoreson noisemaker
monster i do smell all horse-piss at which my nose is in great indignation
thou liest
our revels are ended
cloud-capped towers
our little lives rounded with a sleep
i’ll take a turn or two
as you from crimes would pardoned be let your indulgence set me free
the dropsy down this fool to dote on such luggage
do the murder first
gentle breath of your…fill my sails?
and what little strength i have’s mine own
o brave new world that has such people in’t
sounds and sweet airs that hurt not
i cried to dream again
dost thou forget from what a torment i did free thee
shrugg’st thou malice
ling’ring perdition…shall step by step attend
supplant the good prospero…unto the sea?
all afire with me
you mar our labours
all men idle, whores and knaves
i would with such perfection govern to excel the golden age
no want of land or …
full fathom five thy father lies
admired miranda
what a thrice-double ass was i to take this drunkard for a god
ill seek for grace
thou didst preserve me
the red plague rid you for learning me your language
foul weather? very fowl
the old cock…?
my strong imagination sees a crown dropped upon thy head
for he’s a
any strange fish makes a man?
have we devils here
this is no fish but an islander
misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows
i prithee be my god
my husband then
i am your wife if you’ll have me, if not i’ll die your maid
o if a virgin and your affections not gone forth i’ll make you queen of naples
why speakst my father so ungently, this is the third man i e’er saw
honour riches marriage blessing
foison plenty garners full and never empty?
to celebrate contract of true love
o king stephano
here’s a garment for’t
barren-hate
she will outstrip all praise