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Here are some cut-ups of dramatic poems and plays useful as blackout sketches for short attention span theater in a classroom or cabaret.

AB's F'n'S
Spirit.   My greatest honor it shall be
  Whence my dear father I do love.
  My crown not diamonds, pearls, and gold.
  When thou my captive shalt be led,
Flesh.   Art fancy sick, or turn'd a sot
  Which wearing time shall ne'er deject.
Spirit.   My thoughts do yield me more content
  The stately walls both high and strong,
  Of life, there are the waters sure,
  With which enriched I would be:
Flesh.   What canst desire, but thou mayst see
  That all in the world thou count'st but poor?
Spirit.   Thine honors do, not will I love;
  But my arise is from above,
  What is invisible to thee.
  And never had more cause of woe
  Until I see thee laid in the dust.
Flesh.   Doth honor like?  Acquire the same,
  Then eyes can see, or hands can hold.
Spirit.   And count them for my deadly harms.
  The streets thereof transparent gold,
  And combat with thee will and must,
  How I do live, thou need'st not scoff,
Flesh.   And trophys to thy name erect
  Notion without reality?
Spirit.   For glory doth from God proceed:
  Eternal substance I do see,
  Sisters we are, ye twins we be,
  Nor fancies vain at which I snatch,
  Of life, there are the waters sure,
Flesh.   Then eyes can see, or hands can hold.
  Affect's thou pleasure?  Take thy fill,
Spirit.   Beyond thy dull capacity;
Flesh.   And dost thou hope to dwell there soon?
Spirit.   The word of life it is my meat.
Flesh.   Art fancy sick, or turn'd a sot
Anarchy Unmasked
I met murder on the way--
And upborne on wings whose grain
Like a dream's dim imagery:
Thoughts sprung whereever that step did fall
Brighter than the viper's scale,
Like the vapor of a vale:
And was proceeding with intent
Over English land he passed,
Seven blood-hounds followed him:
The horse of death tameless as wind
A rushing light of clouds and splendor.
For he knew the palaces
Had turned every drop of blood
And glare with lightnings as they fly.
Lawyers and priests, a motley crowd,
Over the heads of men--so fast
'You are not, as impostors say,
As stars from night's loose hair are shaken,
With waiting for a better day;
Brighter than the viper's scale,
A sense awakening and yet tender
Misery, oh, misery!'
He had a mask like Castlereagh--
Looked--and ankle-deep in blood,
And he wore a kingly crown;
Small at first, and weak, and frail
Like tower-crowned giants striding fast,
All for Lit or The Word Well Lost
I.  Ventidius. 'Tis mournful.  Wondrous mournful!
Antony.    Count thy gains
Gentleman.   The boy Octavius; then he draws his mouth
Serapion.    I uttered was most true.
Alexas.    A foolish dream,
Gentleman.   Then he defies the world, and bids it pass;
Alexas.    O'er all his cooler hours, and morning counsels.
Serapion.    On the utmost margin of the water-mark,
Alexas.    Proclaim your orders loudly.
   Maecenas and Agrippa, who can most
Serapion.    An armed ghost start up:  the boy-king last
Ventidius.   Virtue's his path; but sometimes 'tis too narrow
   As the first Romans when they went to war;
Alexas.    Depend on one, with him to rise or fall.
   Is lamely followed by our pow'r, we must
Serapion.    He's of no vulgar note.
Alexas.    Oh, 'tis Ventidius.
Ventidius.   And not forgiving what as man he did,
Serapion.    Lay lashing the departing waves:  hard by 'em,
Gentleman.   'Tis to himself, and then 'tis perfect raving:
Alexas.    And black prognostics; labor to confirm
Serapion.    Ev'n of the hinds that watched it:  men and beasts
Ventidius.   I bring him news will raise his drooping spirits,
Serapion.    Then, with so swift an ebb the flood drove backward,
Ventidius.   He must not thus be lost.
Serapion.    Here monstrous Phocae panted on the shore;
Alexas.    Proclaim your orders loudly.
Serapion.    It slipt from underneath the clay herd:
Ventidius.   And bounds into a vice that bears him far
Antony.    To curse this madman, this industrious fool.
Serapion.    Then, with so swift an ebb the flood drove backward
   Forsaken dolphins there, with their broad tails,
II.  Antony.   When--and what harms's in this?
Alexas.    None, none, my lord,
Cleopatra.   I have no more to lose; prepare thy bands;
Alexas.    Please you, retire a while; I'll work him first,
Antony.    He has not warmth enough to die by that.
Cleopatra.   Flatter me not; if once he goes, he's lost,
Antony.    Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings
Cleopatra.   Each hour the victor's chain?  These ills are small:
Ventidius.   He first would choose an ague, or a fever.
Cleopatra.   For Antony is lost, and I can mourn
Alexas.    Come, free me from Ventidius, from my tyrant:
Cleopatra.   Thou wouldst say.  He would not see me?
Alexas.    By ev'ry circumstance I know he loves.
Cleopatra.   I have no more to lose; prepare thy bands;
Antony.    But he would choose 'em all before that one.
Cleopatra.   Is this to be a queen, to be besieged
Antony.    But just enough to season him from coward.
   O'er fourscore thousend men, of whom each one
Iras.    Call reason to assist you.
Cleopatra.   I have none,
Antony.    To storm a town), 'tis when he cannot choose;
Alexas.    By ev'ry circumstance I know he loves.
Cleopatra.   By yon insulting Roman, and to wait
   I have no more to lose; prepare thy bands;
Alexas.    But'tis our utmost means, and fate befriend it!
Antony.    For, all the pleasures I have known beat thick
   And, would you multiply more ruins on me?
   When all the world have fixed their eyes upon him;
Ventidius.   Or old age and abed.
Antony.    Aye, there's his choice,
Charmion.    He bid me say, he knew himself so well.
III.  Antony.   As meeting streams, both to ourselves were lost;
   Suppose me come from the Phlegraean plains,
   I should have seen him, then, ere now.
Ventidius.   Perhaps.
Octavius.    For you may spear and he may own you too.
Dolabella.   If all be safe.
Antony.    Thou hast what's left of me;
Cleopatra.   Should I not think 'em?  Should I be ashamed,
Antony.    Thee of thy part.  But, O my Dolabella
Ventidius.   Him would I see, that man of all the world;
Cleopatra.   And mark you red with many an eager kiss,
Antony.    If the young bridegroom, longing for his night,
Ventidius.   And, at his back, nations come pouring in,
Antony.    We were one mass; we could not give or take,
   Suppose me come from the Phlegraean plains,
Ventidius.   It argues that he loved you more than her,
   A messenger from Caesar's camp, with letters.
Cleopatra.   And mark you red with many an eager kiss.
Antony.    My brighter Venus!
Cleopatra.   O my greater Mars!
Dolabella.   Like a long-absent man, and wanders o'er
Cleopatra.   I fear thou flatter'st me.
Ventidius.   Not to conceal it longer, he has sent
Octavius.    To be a slave in Egypt; but I come
Dolabella.   I bring conditions from him.
Antony.    Are thy noble?
   Is in thy arms; the ripened fruit but fall,
   Why, then I yet am so; for thou art all.
   May call me thankless and ungrateful man:--
   The hearing gave new pleasure to the sight,
IV.  Cleopatra.   But, 'tis your nation's vice:  all of your country
   Ah, what will not a woman do, who loves!
Dolabella.   I, who have seen--had I been born a poet,
Antony.    Most basely, and maliciously belie her.
Dolabella.   To tell ill news:  and I, of all your sex,
   I forged that lie; for whose forgiveness kneels
   And shows a moment's day.
Cleopatra.   Has thrust me out to the wide world, unfurnished
Antony.    Or are you turned a Dolabella, too.
Alexas.    Of loving you:  the least kind word or glance
Dolabella.   He's rough by nature.
Antony.    Oh, he'll speak too harshly;
Dolabella.   Nature has cast me in so soft a mould,
   To tell ill news:  and I, of all your sex,
   To find your griefs so moderately borne.
   That but to hear a story feigned for pleasure
Cleopatra.   Your Roman wits, your Gallus and Tibullus.
Antony.    For, though 'tis past, I would not that the world
   And each of your own sad fate, with mine, deplore;
   I dare not trust my tongue to tell her so:
Dolabella.   You o'erjoy me, madam,
   Should choose a nobler name.
Cleopatra.   You flatter me.
Alexas.    To fire the heart of jealous Antony.
Antony.    Should tax my former choice, that I loved one
   You should have wished it.
Dolabella.   Why?
Antony.    Because you love me.
   When Jove was young, and no examples known
   Oh he'll speak too harshly;
V.  Cleopatra.   I can no more:  thou, and my griefs, have sunk
   Of promised faith!--I'll die; I will not bear it.
   Hence from my sight!  I will not hear a traitor;
Serapion.    With a dissembled smile would kiss at parting.
   From viewing (spare me, and imagine it)
Alexas.    As if not yet recovered of th' assault.
   These two long lovers, soul and body, dread
Cleopatra.   And choke this love.
Iras.    Help, O Alexas, help!
Cleopatra.   Now for thy life, which basely thou wouldst save
Antony.    And seeks the spring of Caesar.
Alexas.    Think not so:
Cleopatra.   I know him noble:  when he banished me,
Antony.    What shold I fight for now?  My queen is dead.
Serapion.    Thrice he attempted headlong to have fall'n.
Cleopatra.   Oh, for a little breath, to vent my rage!
   But hast , each moment's precious,
Ventidius.   'Lo, this is he who died with Antony!'
Alexas.    (Unhappy only to myself) have left
Cleopatra.   I've heard my doom.--This needed not, you gods
   You may hold me--
   But I can keep my breath; I can die inward,
   Of promised faith!--I'll die; I will not bear it.
   But I can keep my breath; I can die inward.
   'Twas thy design brought all this ruin on us.
   Thou best of thieves, who, with an easy key.
Antony.    Since I have heard of Cleopatra's death.
Alexas.    Till you can clear your innocence.
Cleopatra.   I'll stay.
Alexas.    And list'ning for the sound that calls it back.
Charmion.    And shuffles, with a random hand, the lots 
WM.   Begin you captive bands and strike the lyre,
 For who like you can wake the sleeping lyre?
BM.   Do not our tyrant lords this day ordain
 And turn to God, your father and your friend.
BF.   That strain once more!  It bids remembrance rise,
WM.   Mark where he sits with executing art,
BM.   Awhile the bliss suspend;
 Down with her, Lord, to lick the dust,
 Unhappy Zedekiah is no more
 Or join to sounds profane its sacred mirth!
BF. And still as darker grows the night,
WM. In vain rebellion aims her secret blow;
 Wine and beauty thus inviting,
BF. Where brooks refreshing stray;
 O memory, you fond deceiver,
BM. Those ill-becoming rags, that matted hair!
 You soft companion of the breast,
BF. You Gilead groves, that fling perfumes around,
BM. Grasp the red bolt, and lay the guilty low?

Browning Automatic:  A Who-Done-It
I.  The Ring and the Book
At the Strozzi, at the pillar, at the bridge;
Had plucked at and perplexed their puppet here,
How, mingling each its multifarious wires,
Across a square in Florence, crammed with booths,
When inside, from the true profound, a sign
Gentle and simple, never to fall nor fade
You get a reasoned statement of the case.
Fifty years old,--having four years ago
That stands him in diurnal stead:  opes page,
Am I not pope and presently to die,
In the touch and sight.
   That memorable day,
Each facet-flash of the revolving year!--
Inalienable, the arch-prerogative
Then you know how the bristling fury foams.
Then sent accuser and accused alike,
That an abate, both of old styled friends
Give you, if we dare wing to such a height,
Print three-fifths, written supplement the rest.
How he had played the part excepted at;
From his youth up, reluctant to take life,
That roof old tombs at Chiusi:  soft, you see
II.  Half-Rome
And then he fingered at the sword again.
Their hands might touch, their breath defile again
Of the devil's will to work his worst for once,--
Within this poor gilded fly Pompilia-thing,
Burdensome far beyond what eye can bear;
And circumstances that concur in the close
Knocked at the door,--"Who is it knocks?" cried one.
She it was, when the babe was grown a girl,
And in a commendable charity
By linking a new victim to the lie.
Of relegation, thrill his civita,
A reason for a cheat in owning cheat
Craved simply warmth and called mere passers-by
Of Master Guido Reni, Christ on cross,
Of relegation, thrill his civita,
She, still unknown to Pietro, tied the knot
First fire-drop,--when he thought to make the best
Was wrinkled over with resentment yet,
To pressure from behind, since all the world
Illiterate--for she goes on to ask,
Listen and estimate the luck they've had!
III.  The Other Half-Rome
Their vacant heart replenished with a child.
Tends to the reconciling us, no saints,
That he might take mine and the other lives;
Go home again:  let Pietro help him home!
Toward the boat-fountain where our idlers lounge,--
Whatever the means, whatever the way, explodes
Molinos' sect will soon make earth too hot!
So that, whatever be the fact, in fine,
Was yet no friend of his nor free of the house,
Taking successively at tower and town.
Of a mere interruption to sin's trade,
Subject to satisfy that hate, his wife.
What is this?"
  Wife and priest alike reply,
Till seventeen years ago, all Rome might note
Taking successively at tower and town,
These two dead bodies, locked still in embrace,--
Why Goodman Dullard, if a friend must speak,
Give them their story, then the church its group,
Burt, as 'tis said a body, rightly mixed,
Not now nor here!  Enough that first to last
A flower-like body, to frighten at a bruise
IV.  Tertium Quid
Next legal process?  Guido, in pursuit,
Unless by misadventure, and defect
And twist her curls into one knot behind.
To ponder on--what fronts us, the next stage,
Beans must suffice unflavored of the fowl.
Show me the stipulation of our bond
For if the good fat rosy careless man,
Claims restitution of the dowry paid,
My house, to hustle and edge me out of the same,
That ever some new grievance,--tort, retort,
"Then," sigh friends, "the last feather broke his back,
How evolve happiness from such a match?
By the stranger!  So, they grant him no long day
Pronounced, in place of something definite,
And in the clumsy process, fair turned foul,
Of moneys,--which there's no consuming now,
Let the lamp fall, no heir at hand to catch--
To the mill and the grange, this cottage and that shed.
This, that or the other, in so distinct a sense
Oh, let us hear no syllable of the rage!
Bound to do barking for the wife:  Bow-wow!
V.  Count Guido Franceschini
In the thorn-bush, no, the wise man stays at home,
I paid down all engage for, to a doit,
He dines on chestnuts, chucks the husks to help
To halter, bent my back of docile beast,
And bade arrest the guilty couple, sirs!
At first, I called in law to act and help:
--My one fault, I am stiffened by my work,
Which trouble our peace and require chastisement?
She found I was a devil and no man,--
If he repudiate not, renounce no wise,
Before we had cohabited a month
--Let the old mother's economy alone,
The child or changeling is anyway my wife;
The prince had grinned and borne:  the citizen shrieked,
And warm and wonderful 'twixt pap and pap?"
Quitted me like a courtier, measured mine
For remnants of dim love the long disused,
--"Later, at daybreak"..."Caponsacchi came"...
And teach the tittering town how scarlet wears!
And we consign Pompilia to the care
Amounts to almost an agreeable change
VI.  Giuseppe Caponsacchi
Would fain, pretending just the insect's good,
Unfit for the front of the building, stuff to stow
Whereof the initiatory pang approached,
We passed the places, somehow the calm went,
I keep calm?  Calm I'll keep as monk that croons
Ay, with that gesture quaint and cry uncouth,
People of old were wont to bid me please
He looked the greater and was the better.  Yes,
When we were parted,--shall I go on there?
On next dove, nor miss much of good repute?
You tell me, that's fast dying while we talk,
He kept that safe and bade all doubt adieu.
The lesson, and then read the little prayer
For a month, say--I still came at every turn
Pompilia is only dying while I speak!
Use and wont recognized the excepted man,
There's a strange pope,--'tis said, a priest who thinks.
In its mid-protestation, "Incapable?
To mouth and mumble and misinterpret:  There!
Till, at the dead between midnight and morn,
Laughter--no levity, nothing indecorous, lords!
VII.  Pompilia
Hearing my parents praise past festas more,
Do you think I am your dupe?  What man would dare
Half-ominous, wholly enigmatic sense,
I know I wake, but from what?  Blank, I say!
That cure of the illness:  just as I* was cured,
To friends, whoever wished me better days,
In a great palace where you will be queen,
Who put me from her with the life and all,
Then I began to half surmise the truth;
Sheer dreaming and impossibility,--
Throw comfits in a stranger lady's lap?
"Rise up, my child, for such a child you are,
Live at the other villa, we know where,
They have been rudely stripped of life, disgraced
He never did by speech nor act imply
All the same at her heart:  this falsehood hatched.
I was dull, too.  Oh, if I dared but speak!
Because of the reports--pure birth of the brain!
As I do his gray hair.
   All these few things
"Why was that throwing, that buffoonery?
That I had been mother of a son
VIII.  Dominus Hyacinthus de Archangelis, Pauperium Procurator
Deinde accusata, then accuse,
What, she confesses that she wrote the thing,
Plant forge, light fire, ply bellows,--in a word,
Ense solummodo viatorio
Quam confidentiam, which confidence,
Who pluck this flower of the field, no Solomon
Ere thou hast learned law, will be much to do,
To make a boat with?  So I seem to think.)
This pulp that makes the pancake, trim our mass
Last June he had a sort of strangling...Bah!
All three were housed and safe and confident.
Quod risum moverit et cachinnos, that
One instance more, and let me see who doubts!
The nice by-stroke, the fine and improvised
Non habet, law declines to entertain,
Much more for an acknowledged crime,--"shall die."
Cujusdam precibus,--nec suscipient
From torture which plebeians undergo
The charge of the killing, though great-heartedly
While friends looked on, admired my lord could smile
He needs must wake up also, speak his word,
--Trying his milk-teeth on some crusty case
IX.  Johannes-Baptista Bottinius, Fisci et Rev. Cam. Apostol. Advocatus
Open to gnat, midge, bee and moth as well?
His visitations brighten winter up.
Opposite, fifty judges in a row;
I mean the accomplished Ciroferri, sirs!
Discretion, and his zeal exceeds:  but zeal,--
Why rather hold by obvious vulgar help
The picture be for our eximious Rome
Of the draught of conversation,--heady stuff,
Law bends a brow maternally severe,
A man is wedded to philosophy,
Rejoice you with Pompilia!  Golden days
Each feminine delight of florid lip,
Not this nose, not that eyebrow, the other fact
Since the whole need not the physician!  Brief,
Close eyes, or else, the rashlier hurry hand!
Even the poor ass, unpanniered and elate
Not one more babe to Franceschini's house!
Lions by the way and serpents in the path,
Desperen fieri sine conjuge
"I," commenced John, "dreamed that I gained the prize
Open to gnat, midge, bee and moth as well?
X.  The Pope
The lost be saved even yet, so as by fire?
Thou savest in thy passion for God's sake,
Next Theodore, who reigned but twenty days,
And mass of the whole man's-strength,--conglobed so late--
No gesture to curb cruelty a whit
Yet leave himself in luck and liberty,
This hebetude that marred sagacity.
So is the murder managed, sin conceived
See this habitual creed exemplified
(As if the queasy river could not hold
Poor Rome perversely lingered round, despite
Each worthy worker:  but with gyves and whip
Of operation outside this our sphere
And leave the pale awe-stricken wife, past hope
The saints in imaged row bowed each his head
As they acknowledge or gainsay the light
With bishops seventy-four, and present too
I rather chronicle the healthy rage,--
Near pushed inside of, deep as layman durst,
Or any truth reverberate, changed, made pass
XI.  Guido
Tipped a bent, as a mere dew-globule might
My wife (The Church declared my flesh and blood),
Being so meek and mild and merciful,
By two abominable nondescripts,
Declines to say "I see,"--the officious word
In what we tell the world, or world tells us,
Why from each clashing of his molars, ground
"Get pleasure, escape pain,--give your preference
The frayed silk looked the fresher for her spite!
Why must he cure us of our strange conceit
As you are...youngish by her father's side?
And meaning to get wool, dislodges fleece
And, risking much his own life, saved the lord's,
Grafted into the common stock for tale,
With its discoverer like a royal ram?
And in goes the cold iron at my breast,
Who now and then, forsooth, must right their wrongs.
I shall not dare insult your wits so much
XII.  The Book and the Ring
You and your pleas and proofs were what folk call
Small credit to lynx-eye and lightning-spear!
In its explosion, you have seen his act,
Under the Pincian:  we shall hear of this!
With worse ingredients than the wormwood star.
By my power--maybe, judged it by yur own,--
Or composite as good orbs prove, or crammed
"Now for the thing; no sooner the decree
In the place of spectres; on the illumined wall,
I have long since renounced your world, ye know:
The count was led down, hoisted up on car,
And he persisted in the butchery.
While falsehood would have done the work of truth.
What was once seen, grows what is now described,
Old friends, indeed compatriots of the man,
Each blows and bids his neighbor lend a breath,
The worldly worth?  I dare, as I were dead,
On what pretence of busy idleness?
To intimate the sentence yesternight,
Like what amused the town at Guido's cost!
By this abrupt change of locality,--
That monastery of the convertites
Part-extant just as plainly, you know where,
Yet they allowed one whole car to each man.
Or composite as good orbs prove or crammed
By my power--maybe, judged it by your own,--
XIII.  Coda from the Portuguese
And dost thou lift this house's latch too poor
By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
To live on still in love, and yet in vain...
Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow
In folds of golden fulness at my door?
Were changed to long despairs, till God's own grace
In unexpected largess?  Am I cold
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
For love, to give up acres and degree,
This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost,
Of love even, as a good thing of my own.
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed.
To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.
Shall I now deity minister and Cybele's familiar be?
And so to domicile of Cybele tingling lazily
Exhilarate excite from error her anima
And with liquid mind saw without what and where he was
Over high seas Attis swift shipped
Others incite, others drive rabid.
Twin gods' ears with new announcements referring
I cold green Ida's snow-capped locale cultivate
And went to woods wrapped opaquely location divine
Where wood-dwelling deer, where forest-wandering boar
There sleep fleeing quick away from excited Attis
I, a maenad, I part me, I a man sterile to be
And go to their opaque furious lairs
There from joined yokes Cybele released the lions
Where cymbal sounds voice, where tympani rebound
At the same time furiously inhaling vagrant wades spirit driven
The revelers suddenly with trembling tongues yodel
There always all life's space her familiar he was.
Cock-eyed Cowboy Crooner
"O whitest Galatea, can it be
That you should spurn me off who love you so?
My mother had borne me finned like a fish,
The wooded Aetna pours down through the trees
Its red heart down its leaves!--one gift, for hours
You come to me with the fragrant sleep,
Come, keep my flocks beside me, milk my cow,--
Your soul on fluttering wings?  If you were bent
And, having come, forget again to go!
Yet..Ho!  Ho!--I--whatever I appear,
Flies the grey wolf!--Yet love did overcome me,
Did wrong me sore!  I blame her!--Not a word
And after, in the cold, it's ready pressed!
And, as they call, do laugh out silverly.
Most precious thing I have, because thereby
Do feed a thousand oxen!  When I have done,
If still your face were turned; and I would bring you
On grapes that swell to ripen,--sour like you!
That future which is fugitive aright?
But then--sad--man messing what eloquence
Your onyx, chaste bred quite just in bed
Extending smoothe arms has promised
Unwillingly I abjured from you and your head
Unguents many a million I drank
A little wet from the flood retreat to the temple of my god
Turned to the west, slow I lead before Bootes
Same me that Conon in celestial light envisioned
Next to Aquarius effulgent Orion.
The Zephyrite herself had sent her familiar
But then sad man missing what eloquence
Berenice's comet
A little before unjoining sister hairs my fate
As to you then whole heart solicited
And there to all the gods for sweet conjugal
Made an oath let which inane adjourn.
For I from the undignified no premiums petition,
Sweet love from airy gyres devolves:
A dweller from Greek Canopus' shores.
Did your orb not lament the empty bed?
Court Cards
I.  Jackman.  For the time turn'd stone upon the sight of
   Kinsman of our captain's , and her father pursuing
Patrico.    I've an eye and an ear
   A short cut and long.
Jackman.    Shells of cockles and of small-nuts,
Captain.    High, bountiful, just; a Jove for your parts,
Second Gipsy.   Where the acorns plump as chibals
Patrico.    With all their paginae
Jackman.    Kinsman of our captain's, and her father pursuing
Patrico.    They are of the sorts
   Is the top of the shire
Jackman.    From the famous peak of Darby.
Patrico.    Lay by your wimbles,
   They are of the sorts
Jackman.    And sit still:  we will not fray you;
   She great with juggling--they were both
Patrico.    Our great Coryphaeus,
Jackman.    On this brave spark struck out of flintshire
   Pursuing her to the marches--he great with justice,
   For the time turn'd stone upon the sight of
Patrico.    John de Indagaine,
Jackman.    And the  devil's-arse there hard by.
Third Gipsy.   A dainty young fellow.
Jackman.    Give us bacon, rinds of walnuts,
   Resolved not to be understood.  Yet if any man
Patrico.    I know by their ports
   And prelate of the same.
Second Gipsy.   Those we still must keep alive,
Jackman.    For the time turn'd stione upon the sight of
II.  Third Gipsy. To love a keeper your fortune will be.
Patrico.    Here's both come again.
Paul Puppy.   Will you gather the pipe money?
Townshead.   No, bachelors these:  they cannot
Patrico.    Sweet doxies and dells,
   Than the fellow with the ape.
Jackman.    Or the ape on his shoulder.
Paul Puppy.   Where he stalks.
Patrico.    We ring you no knells
   Scarce out of the shells:
   Do-do-down like my hose!
   Than the fellow with the ape.
Paul Puppy.   Let it alone; she'll swallow it well
Townshead.   Male gipsies all; not a mort amongst
Patrico.    And tell you some chances,
Jack Cockrell.   Windsor after him.  Yonder's prue o' the
Townshead.   Have proceeded so far.  They have scarce had
   I cannot hold now.  There's my
Patrico.    To Sisley or Harry.
Townshead.   Nay, you shall hear 'em.  Peace!
Jack Cockrell.   Followers, I'll go home and fetch a little money.
Patrico.    Two roasted sheriffs came whole to the board:
   To Roger of mary.
Tom Clod.    Give none,
Jackman.    Or the ape on his shoulder.
Patrico.    Whate'er your demand is.
   A gipsy in his shape
   More calls the beholder
III.  Patrico.   Girls to their ages.
   Be myself by and by.
   By my Patrico's place:
Captain.    Glory of ours, and grace of all the earth,
Patrico.    Must study how
Third Gipsy.   Come greater forth
Captain.    Virtue!  His kingly virtue, which did merit
Third Gipsy.   Take up land sounds upon their purple wings:
Patrico.    Asmock rampant, and that itches
   As the cuckoo is in june;
   Bless him, O bless him, heaven, and lend him long.
   Bless the sovereign and his hearing!
Fourth Gipsy.   Look, look!  Is he not fair,
Patrico.    Some short kind of blessing,
Jackman.    If things oppos'd must mix;d appear,
Patrico.    Bless the sovereign and his touching.
   And no device:
Third Gipsy.   And in their worth
Patrico.    They're changed in a trice;
Third Gipsy.   If his great virtue be in love with fame:
Patrico.    'T was truth that I told.
   Itself addressing
Jackman.    To him,
Patrico.    They're changed in a trice:
Jackman.    If things opposed mus Mix't appear,
Patrico.    From a doxy and her itch;
Third Gipsy.   If his great virtue be in love with fame:
   Look how the winds upon the waves, grown tame,
Captain.    Glory of ours, and grace of all the earth.
Patrico.    Give his heart to rejoice;
   'T was truth that I told.
Daughters of Misery
Poet.    Rehearse to me you sacred sisters nine
Melpomene.   Ah wretched world the house of heaviness
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Terpsichore.   Be now become most wretched folk on ground:
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Polyhymnia.   For the sweet numbers and melodious measures
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Melpomene.   Yet do not see their own unhappiness.
Erato.    Of secret sorrow and languishment,
Calliope.    Forefathers, or to have been nobly bred?
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Thalia.    Therefore I mourn and sorrow with the rest
Erato.    Which you now in security possess,
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Calliope.    And Charlemagne among the stars seven.
   Their great revenues all in sumptuous pride
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Polyhymnia.   That her eternize with their heavenly writs.
Terpsichore.   And tell their prince that learning is but vain.
Melpomene.   Without helm or pilot her to sway,
   And wants the staff of wisdom him to stay.
Polyhymnia.   The true Pandora of all heavenly graces,
   Pierce the dull heavens and fill the air wide,
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Clio.    Of the heavenly gift of wisdom's influence,
Terpsichore.   So we that in joyance did abound
Urania.    With that she wept and wailed so pitiously,
   Through knowledge we behold the world's creation,
   But shame and sorrow and accused case
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Erato.    With which you use your loves to deify,
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Polyhymnia.   With horrid sound though having little sense,
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Polyhymnia.   Does scorn the prided of wonted ornaments.
Thalia.    Therefore I mourn and sorrow with the rest
Euterpe.    (For blind is bold) Has our fair light defaced;
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Euterpe.    Our pleasant groves, which planted wre with pains,
Urania.    Which want the bliss that wisdom would them breed,
Clio.    Find nothing worthy to be writ, or told:
Erato.    With loud laments her answered all at one.
   The learneds gain is now let to the fool,
   For lo your kingdom is defaced quite
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Calliope.    Or strive in virtue others to excel
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Thalia.    But me have banished, with all the rest
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Thalia.    So am I made the servant of the many,
Calliope.    Nor do they care to have the ancestry
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Terpsichore.   And in the bosom of all bliss did sit,
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Melpomene.   O who shall power into my swollen eyes
Polyhymnia.   Can no way favor this celestial food,
Terpsichore.   Nor any one does care to call us in,
Chorus.    The tears of the muses
Mad Robin I, at his command,
When house or hearth do sluttish lie,
And, to make sport,
But when they there
'Twixt sleep and wake,
With possets and with juncates fine,
In loop-holes, where the vermin creep.
I mark their globe
I dress their hemp, I spin their tow,
Mad Robin I, at his command,
Or ghost shall wag,
And for the use demand we nought;
Their ducks and geese and lambs and sheep:
I will o'ersee,
Abroad amongstst them then I go,
Who from their folds and houses, get
I will o'ersee
More swift than lightning can I fly
I pinch the maidens black and blue;
And call them on, with me to roam
Robin Hood. Hold your hand, friar, and hear me speak!
  And hark what I shall say;
The Potter. Nor now I will not begin, so do the worst you can.
Friar Tuck. Avaunt, you ragged knave,
Robin Hood. Who made you so malapert and so bold
  And from me he took my purse.
Friar Tuck. I gave you leave to blow at your will.
Robin Hood. You shall have both gold and fee;
  To make the potter pay passage,
  And a quarter-staff in his hand;
  But I cannot tell who had the worse,
  But well I know the whoreson lept within me.
Friar Tuck. For my lady and I will dance in the mire,
  Deus hic!  Deus hic!  God be here!
Robin Hood. Lightly to me he lept,
  To serve her for my sake.
Friar Tuck. And lead these dogs all three,
Robin Hood. As I went by the highway,
Friar Tuck. And down with those ragged knaves!
Robin Hood. You lousy friar, what would you with him?
  Of an adventure I shall you tell
  Of all the men in the morning you are the worst;
  And still he bade me stand.
  And her chaplain I you make
  With a stout friar I met,
  There were stripes two or three,
  And from me he took my purse.
  And a rose-garland on his head,
  And from me he took my purse.
Friar Tuck. That shall make his body smart
  And handle the sword and buckler,

Jeopardy:  This Is A Test
Here are the answers;
You guess the questions.
Point of view symbolism characterization imagery
Character setting tone
Dialogue names appearance
Showing telling narrating
Concrete denotative connotative
Loose periodic balanced tight
Wolf Granny woodcutter
Unity coherence support
Setting character atmosphere
Objective subjective all-knowing reliable
Order choice games meaning
Credibility immediacy reliability realism
Unity coherence support chronology
Credibility reliability validity verisimilitude
Loose periodic balanced tight
Traditional original sex status
Complication crisis resolution
Allegory alliteration allusion
Traditional original sex status
Word order word choice irony point of view
A Judgment Upon This Generation
Haven't you worked like a horse?
Enough of you in one place!
Ladies, dar's mighty bad news gone
Come, form a court then
Now she has no resource.
In the hearts of brave men, who can tell
The judge found the tap wouldn't run.
Uncle, and that old lady thar just adored
And you shall be mistress of Terrebonne.
"No. 2, the yellow girl, Grace, with two
I don't like that man.
Off there--he'll never know what
O, here, do you know what the annuity
He means Dora.
Children--Saul, aged four, and Victoria.
Well, near on five hundred dollars.
What in thunder should I do with
Were they all born on this
To Jacob McClosky,
Anyhow; it's too late now to start her
Don't stain de cup, your wicked ole life's
--Hush!  There again!  No; it was only
Yours--yours I'd prefer.
Cut all away, for'ard--overboard
What a good Christian should do.
Lava Lamp
Callicles.  Is dark, and on the stream the mist still hangs;
Pausanias.   Since broils tear us in twain, since this new swarm
   Touching thy harp as the whim came on thee.
Callicles.   Pausanias, his sage friend, who mounts with him,
   And scarcely will they budge a yard.  O Pan,
   But he still lets the people , whom he scorns,
Pausanias.   That is, the secret of this miracle,
Callicles.   By the stream-side, after the dusty lanes
   Is shining on the brilliant mountain-crests,
Pausanias.   The woman who at Agrigentum lay
Callicles.   Or with the revellers from the mountain-towns.
Pausanias.   Where he was paramount, since he is banished
Callicles.   But never on so fair a morn;--the sun
   In this his present fierce, man-hating mood.
Pausanias.   Chain madmen by the music of his lyre,
Callicles.   When his star reigned, before his banishment,
Pausanias.   Thirty long days in a cold trance of death,
   And whom Empedocles called back to life.
Callicles.   In which they have toiled all night from Catana,
   Simple Pausanias, 'twas no miracle!
Pausanias.   He could stay swift diseases in old days.
Callicles.   In which they whave toiled all night from Catana,
Pausanias.   Of sophists has got empire in our schools
   And try thy noblest strains, my Callicles.
   But at a distance!  In these solitudes,
Callicles.   Dared one but try.
Pausanias.   Thou wast a kind child ever!
   He hath his harp and laurel with him still,
   This he could do of old; but now since all
Callicles.   The mules, I think, will not be here this hour;
Callicles. And all the wisdom of his race.
Empedocles.   I should have said that someone touched a harp.
   Envy thee and oppress,
Callicles.   And said, "O boy, I taught this lore
Empedocles.   And yet the village-churl feels the truth more than you,
   Estranged, like mine, and sad;
   Born into life!--we bring
   In trance Pantheia lay.
Pausanias.   Are shining on those naked slopes like flame!
Empedocles.   Signs make thy soul afraid.
   What?  Hate, and awe, and shame
Pausanias.   Of the sun-loving gentian, in the heat,
Empedocles.   We have the truth!  they cry;
   Signs make thy soul afraid,
   May'st see with out dismay;
   The pious wail:  forsake
   Ask what most helps when known, thou son of Anchitus!
Pausanias.   Are shining on those naked slopes like flame!
Empedocles.   All skill I wield, are free.
Callicles.   Eternal showers of spray on the mossed roots
Empedocles.   To preach thee to their school,
   Why should I say that life need yield but moderate bliss?
   Hark!  There again!
Pausanias.   'Tis the boy Callicles,
Empedocles.   A world these sophists throng!--
Callicles.   And rest in the immortal mead;
   The tides--and then of mortal wars,
Empedocles.   How our own minds are made,
Callicles.   The fight which crowned thine ills,
Empedocles.   All the fools's-armoury of magic!--lie there,
   For I must henceforth speak no more with man.
Callicles.   Of that solitary lake
Empedocles.   And awe be dead, and hope impossible,
Callicles.   As the sky-brightening south-wind clears the day.
   But he turned his beauteous face
   When, from far Parnassus' side.
   When the long green reed beds sway
Empedocles.   He hath his lesson too, and that debt's paid;
Callicles.   Where Maeander's springs are born:
Empedocles.   That self-helping son of earth!
   I am wary of it.
   And the good, learned, friendly, quiet man
Callicles.   The music of the lyre blows away
Empedocles.   May bravelier front his life, and in himself
   Railed and hunted from the world.
   Who has no friend, no fellow left, not one;
Callicles.   Through the dark night, suddenly,
Empedocles.   He hath his lesson too, and that debt's paid;
Callicles.   Mounting westward, high and higher.
Empedocles.   O sage!  O sage!--Take then the one way left;
Callicles.   That triumph of the sweet persuasive lyre,
Empedocles.   In an age like this!
   Leap and roar, thoou sea of fire!
Callicles.   At one another from their golden chairs.
Empedocles.   Among a people of children,
   Find henceforth energy and heart, but I--
   (He plunges into the crater.)

As Penthesilea expires, her pierced eye
Shall come to the bullring xenophobic
Reaper's dismembered delivery
Highly exalted by posterity in time
At Thygron to dwell and Mount Satnion
To Sithon's daughter's grave repairs
His father's mother in darkness fourfold
Lampsnatcher of fatal triplets footloose
Unscorned, when in battle he bent his bow
A solemn adulteress shall hollow his home
The peacekeeping Telphusian Ceres will not allow
By these, yea, the caterwauling next
Demon Promantheus Aethiops Gyrapsius
Fixed firm by the bloody shaft
I.  Prologue in Heaven
Mephistopheles.   A little with the mouse before I eat it.
   I observe only how men plague themselves;--
   Thou seest me here once more among thy household.
   I am not in much doubt about my bet,
Chorus of Three.  Thy world's unwithered countenance
Mephistopheles.   Nothing know I to say of suns and worlds;
   No lord!  I find all there, as ever, bad at best.
Gabriel.    With deep and dreadful night; the sea
   Are hurried in eternal motion.
Mephistopheles.   To calm the deep emotions in his breast.
Gabriel.    Onward, with spheres which never sleep,
Mephistopheles.   Like my old paramour, the famous snake.
   The little god o' the world keeps the same stamp.
Chorus of Three.  The angels draw strength from thy glance,
Gabriel.    The adorned earth spins silently,
Lord.    Well, well!  It is permitted the.  Draw thou
   Seize him and leasd him on thy downward path;
Mephistopheles.   Which he calls reason, and employs it only
Lord.    Had much dislike for people of your sort.
Mephistopheles.   In the high style which they think fashionable;
   Had you not long since given over laughing.
Lord.    His spirit from its springs; as thou find'st power,
   Seems nothing ever right to you on earth?
   Must err till he has ceased to struggle.
Mephistopheles.      Thanks.
Michael.    Flames before the thunder way;
Mephistopheles.  Though I should scandalize this company,
   Had you not long since given over laughing.
Michael.    From land to sea, from sea to land
Raphael.    The world's unwithered countenance
Michael.    But thy servants, Lord, revere
Lord.    Had much dislike for people of your sort
Mephistopheles.  Thou seest die here once more among thy household.
Lord.    His spirit from its springs, as thou find's power,
Mephistopheles.  And ask, 'How goes it with you there below?'
Lord.    I will lead him forth to the clear day.
   Pray come here whn it suits you; for I never
Chorus of Three.  Though no one comprehend thee may;--
Mephistopheles.  He's like one of those long-legged grasshopper,
II.  May-Day Night.  The Hartz Mountain.
Mephistopheles.  One may observe with wonder from this point,
   'Tis an old custom.  Men have ever built
Faust,Mephistopheles & Ignis Fatuus.  Everything around is swept
   The giant-snouted crags, Ho!  Ho!
Procto-Phantasmist.  But these are dancing just like men and women.
Mephistopheles.  Even with such little people as sit there
Faust.    And now it glides like tender colours spreading,
Faust, Mephisto & Ignis Fatuus.  Which wakens hill and wood and rill,
Mephistopheles.   No good can come of it--it is not well
Procto-Phantasmist.  Vanish!  Unheard-of impudence!  What, still there!
Faust, Mephisto & Ignis Fatuus.  Through the mossy sods and stones,
   The sound of song, the rushing throng!
Mephistopheles.   To meet at--it is an enchanted phantom,
Faust, Mephisto & Ignis Fatuus.  That paradise on earth is known,
Mephistopheles.   I must exert my authority in the house.
   At home, the cloven foot is honourable,
Faust, Mephisto & Ignis Fatuus.  The many-coloured mice, that thread
   Beneath the bault of heaven is blown!
Mephistopheles.   Strange accents are ringing
Faust, Mephisto & Ignis Fatuus.  To blister with their poison spume
   And vibrates far o'er field and vale,
   The giant-snouted crags, Ho!  Ho!
   Finds a voice in this blithe strain,
   Are the screech, the lapwing, and the jay,
Faust.    And strangely through the solid depth below
Voices below.   And still in vain.  Oh, might I be
Mephistopheles.   This way:  we shall slop down there in a minute.
Faust, Mephisto & Ignis Fatuus.  Everything around is swept
   Trees and masses intercept
   Are the screech, the lapwing, and the jay,
Faust.    Fair girl, standing alone, far, far away?
Middleton's Gambit
W. Knight.  What my heart meant.
B. Knight.   And call you that a vice?--
B. Duke.   Now you're a brother to us.
B. Knight.   What we have done
W. King.   You'll need have some of majesty and power
W. Knight.  As ever spake with tongue.
B. King.   Censure him mildly, sir;
B. Knight.  Or exercise the old Roman painful idleness
  From our chief oven, Italy, the bake-meats;
  We cram no birds, nor, epicurean-like,
  You that are wound up to the height of feeding
W. Duke.   You quite forget me; I shall be locked out
W. Knight.  Clean abstinence, and scarce one meal a day,
W. King.   To put their heads into the bag for shame;
B. Knight.  With two and twenty courses at one dinner,
  Which Scaliger cites, that could not move for fat,
W. Knight.  This of all others bears the hiddenest venom.
B. Knight.  With two and twenty courses at one dinner,
  The policy of empires; O take heed, sir,
  And in the large feast of our vast ambition
  On all occasions:  when the voider comes,
  Can dress that dinner:  your ambition, sir,
  To Nicholas the First, can tell you how;
  Whose worth's not known but to the skillful lapidary;
W. Knight.  There comes a trouble; you will hardly find
B. Pawn.   So overlaid me, I have no verjuice left in me!
B. Knight.  And other sea-fish, who, beside the pleasure of his
  After the rate of cooks; which must needs make
  And other sea-fish, who, beside the pleasure of his
  You that are wound up to the height of feeding
  On all occasions:  When the voider comes,
W. King.   To Keep good rule amongst you:  make room, Bishop.
     (Puts B. King into the bag.)
B. Knight.  Toads have their titles, and creation gave
  Your wealthy, plump plebians, like the hogs
  'Tis all the fruit we have here after supper;
W. Knight.  But for the diet of my disposition,
B. Knight.  Can fetch no farther compass than the world?
 Way.  At the ruins of a nunnery once,
W. Duke.   Some that are pleased to make a wanton on it,
W. Knight.  Luxurious falsehood!
W. Duke.    Dissembler, that includes all.
W. King.   He's in my bosom safe; and yond fair structure
Maud with her exquisite face,
The shrill-edged shriek of a mother divide the shuddering night.
O child, you wrong your beauty, believe it, in being so proud;
Like things of the season gay, like the bountiful season bland,
Half-lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent of sea,
But an ashen-grey delight.
That it should, by being so overwrought,
To have no peace in the grave, is that not sad?
Not let any man think for the public good,
Deeper, ever so little deeper
The shadow still the same;
So many a million of ages have gone to the making of man:
But I know where a garden grows,
But I trust that I did not talk
But arose, and all by myself in my own dark garden ground,my pulses Closed their gates with a shock on my heart as I heard
And the flying gold of the ruined woodlands drove through the air.
And says he is rough but kind
Men were drinking together
O child, you wrong your beauty, believe it, in being so proud;
And I was cursing them and my doom,
And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.
Orgy Gory
Marcus.   When it should move you to attend me most,
  Grave witnesses of true experience,
  Do shameful execution on herself.
  When it should move you to attend me most,
Lucius.   What boots it you to call yourself a sun?
Titus.   And if your highness knew my heart, you were.
Marcus.   Tell us what Sinon has bewitched our ears,
1st Goth.   And ours with yours, befall what fortune will.
Titus.   I am as woeful as Virginius was,
Saturninus. Because the girl should not survive her shame,
  And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
Marcus.   And she whom mighty kingdoms courtsy to,
Titus.   'Twill fill your stomachs; please you eat of it.
Marcus.   Cannot induce you to attend my words,
  While I stand by and weep to hear him speak.
  Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself,
Aaron.   And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth
Titus.   A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;
Lucius.   What boots it you to call yourself a sun?
Marcus.   Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself,
Aaron.   The venomous malice of my swelling heart!
Titus.   Welcome, you warlike Goths; welcome, Lucius;
Marcus.   Or who has brought the fatal engine in
  This scatterd corn into one mutural sheaf,
  By uproars severed, as a flight of fowl
  When with his solemn tongue he did discourse
Titus.   Eating the flesh that she herself has bred.
  And have a thousand times more cause than he
Tamora.   Why have you slain your only daughter thus?
Saturninus. What was she ravished?  Tell who did the deed.
Lucius.   That I repair to Rome, I am content.
Marcus.   But floods of tears will drown my oratory,
Saturninus. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed!  (Stabs Titus)
Titus.   Die, die, Lavinia, and your shame with you; (Stabs Lavinia)
Marcus.   Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,
  While I stand by and weep to hear him speak.
Titus.   'Tis true, 'tis true; witness my knife's sharp point. 
  (Stabs Tamora)
Saturninus. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed!  (Kills Titus)

Out Your Box
Prometheus.    Whatever comes from them, though in a shape
Chorus of Birds.   Lie the fledglings of our love,
Pandora.     That made me brave the oracle, revolts
Voices of Waters.  The impetuous water-courses
Prometheus.    That I have warned you?  Let me now implore.
Pandora.     The oracle has forbidden; yet not you
Prometheus.    Are my companions; my designs and labors
Thalia.     Nor do I care to choose; for still the same,
Pandora.     But a mere woman fashioned out of clay
Prometheus.    Changed like Callisto to a star in heaven?
Hermes.     With one touch of my swift and winged feet,
    To marry her.  What mischief lies concealed
Prometheus.    Come with me to my tower on Caucasus:
Hermes.     Alone can move him; but the tender heart
Prometheus.    Whatever comes from them though in a shape
Epimetheus.    Then all is lost!  I am indeed undone.
Zephyrus.     To bar and guard the ivory gate,
Voices of Forests. Bright are their crested helms,
Chorus of Dryades. Lest Prometheus
Epimetheus.    I left you here alone to this temptation.
Pandora.     Like Semele consumed and burnt to ashes?

Pork Barrel
Swellfoot.   That point, the emblem of a pointless nothing!
Mammon.    Of oracles as I do--
Purganax.    You arch-priests
Zephaniah.   Your sacred majesty, he has the dropsy;--
Mammon.    Do the troops mutiny?--Decimate some regiments;
   'Tis the same thing, if you knew as much
Purganax.    Riding on the Ionian minotaur.'
Swellfoot.   That shall be price enough, and let me hear
Mammon.    Promising children as you ever saw,--
Swellfoot.   Ever propitiate her reluctant will
Mammon.    Contrive their own fulfilment, this Iona--
Purganax.    Riding on the Ionian minotaur.'
Swellfoot.   That point, the emblem of a pointless nothing!
Purganax.    Believe in nothing; if you were to dream
Mammon.    Do the same actions that the virtuous do,
Swellfoot.   Thou supreme goddess!  By whose power divine
Swine.    The murrain and the mange, the scab and itch;
Mammon.    Of oracles as I do--
Purganax.    You arch-priests
Semichorus.   I wish that pity would drive out the devils,
Purganax.    There's something rotten in us--for the level
Swine.    I have heard your laureates sing,
Mammon.    For prophecies, when once they get abroad,
Swellfoot.   And January winds, after a day
2nd Pig.    Our skin and our bones would be bitter.
Mammon.    This sad alternative, it must arrive,
Swellfoot.   Of Queen Iona,
Laoctonos.   That pleasure I well knew,
Mammon.    This sad alternative, it must arrive,
Swellfoot.   Boeotian cheeks , like Egypt's pyramid,
   That point, the emblem of a pointless nothing!
Purganax.    The patronage, and pensions, and by-payments,
   That her most sacred majesty should be
   That is--it is a state-necessity--
Semichorus II.   Whenever royal spouses bicker,
Purganax.    And the lean sows and boars collect about her,
Old Sow.    Squabbling makes pig-herds hungry, and they dine
Purganax.    And that both you and I, and all assert.
   Increase with piggishness itself; and still
Semichorus I.   Cloven foot and jackdaw feather,
Purganax.    (Which is not green, but only bacon colour)
   And all that fit Boeotia as a nation
   The patronage, and pensions, and by payments,
   That her most sacred majesty should be
   His majesty to investigate their truth:--
   As she flies up to heaven.  Now , my proposal
   Seeks to obtain that hog-wash, which has been
   With living fragrance, are so beautiful!--
   Does the revenue, that great spring of all
   To teach the other nations how to live?),
   Increase with piggishness itself; and still
   Unravelled on the blast from a white mountain;
   That is the very thing that I was saying,
   Not for his own sake; he could be content
Pigs.    'She is innocent!  Most innocent!'
Purganax.    Grow with the growing populace of swine,
Semichorus II.   Yes!  No!
2nd Boar.    Scorpions are green, and water-snakes, and efts,
   How glorious it will be to see her majesty
Semichorus I.   No!  Yes!
Purganax.    Does the revenue, that great spring of all
   The patronage, and pensions, and by-payments,
Minotaur.    I am the Ionian minotaur, the mightiest
Liberty.    Mighty empress!  Death's white wife!
Swellfoot.   Grunting about the temple.
Dakry.    In a crisis
Priests.    The earth pours forth its plenteous fruits,
Iona.    Through forest, furze, and bog, and den, and desert,
Priests.    Through thee, for emperors, kings, and priests and lords.
   Those who consume these fruits through thee grow fat.
Iona & Swine.   Tally ho!  Tally ho!
Priests.    Through thee, for emperors, kings, and priests and lords,
Iona.    Come, let us hunt these ugly badgers down,
Minotaur.    And can leap any gate in all Boeotia,
Priests,     We call thee famine!
Minotaur.    Even the palings of the royal park,
Iona.    Give them no law (Are they not bests of blood?)
Purganax.    Constitution of the pigs!
Swine.    In the pride of they ghastly mirth;
Purganax.    On lady P--; it cannot fail.  Your majesty
Minotaur.    I am not the old traditional man-bull;
Liberty.    Mighty empress!  Death's white wife!
Priests.    Goddess of fasts and fests, starving and cramming!
Iona & Swine.   Through fen, flood, and mire,
Mammon.    A simple kickshaw by your Persian cook,
Priests.    The earth pours forth its plenteous fruits,
Liberty.    To brief alliance, hollow truce,--rise now!
   Remit, O Queen!  Thy accustomed rage!
Iona.    These hares, these wolves, these anything but men.
Roll the Bones
Musician.    A young man with a lantern comes this way.
Young Man.   At daybreak on the mountain and keep watch
Musician.    My rascal heart is proud
   Red cocks, and crow!
Young Man.   My curse on all that troop, and when I die
Young Girl.   And gathers to her breast a dreaming man.
Musician.    And the wind blows it away.
Young Man.   What generations of old men had known
   Who are you?  What are you?  You are not natural.
   Has boiled a trooper's porridge.  That town had lain,
   Until an Aran coracle puts in
Musician.    And the wind blows it away.
Stranger.    I will not answer for the dead.
Young Man.   The dead?
Stranger.    No living man shall set his eyes upon you;
Musician.    It passed but a moment ago.
   Why does my heart beat so?
Young Man.   Terrible the temptation and the place!
Musician.    Dry bones that dream are bitter.
Spectrography & Hauntology:  A Seance
 Long live the king!
proletarians, and in public prostitution.
but let us have done with the bourgeois objections
with them.  In contact with German social conditions
relation to historical development.  In proportion as
is changed?  The ruling ideas of each age have
labor.  They smash machinery to pieces.  They
 But what is your affair in Elsinore?
revolutionary reconstitution of society at large, or in
endanger the existence of bourgeois property.  The
abolished, feudal property in favor of bourgeois
constantly revolutionizing the instruments of production
correspond with the frist instinctive yearnings of that
 And even the like precurse of feared events,
command of a perfect hierarchy of officers and sergeants.
 To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
German police spies.
conditions of life, however, prepare it far more for
increase the total of productive forces as rapidly
 The leprous distilment; whose effect
set up that single unconscionable freedom--
 I think I hear them.  Stand ho!  Who's there?
the desire of abolishing the right of personally
 As meditation or the thoughts of love,
 The pith and marrow of our attribute.
 It was about to speak when the cock crew.
the expression of the struggle against this power,
with restricted selling and buying, with the fettered
abolition of the family!  Even the most radical
weapons that brind death to itself; it has also
Jerusalem--and to realize all these castles in
and from the numerous national and local literatures
conservative and radical bourgeoisie, reserving,
what else does the history of ideas prove
and the more embittering it is.
the part of a bribed tool of reactionary intrigue.
 Look you, I'll go pray.
Nevertheless, in the most advanced countries.
immigrated from France into Germany, French
 For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
self-deception, this form of socialism ended in a miserable
formation fo the proletariat into a class, overthrow
risings of the German working class.
it proclaimed the German nation to be the
position of the communists
obtained is a victory for the bourgeoisie.
individuality, while the living person is dependent and has
adapted to it, and by the economic and political
London and sketched the following manifesto, to be published in the English
 Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
society into various orders, a manifold gradation
early undeveloped period described above of the
 Your loves, as mine to you:  Farewell
        (Exit stage left)
In a tent, burning hemp.
Zabina.    Tamburlaine!--let the soldiers be buried.
Tamburlaine.   Emperors and kings lie breathless at my feet.
Virgin.    For whom the powers divine have made the world.
Tamburlaine.   Ah, fair Zenocrate!  Divine Zenocrate!
   And comments volumes with her ivory pen,
   Techelles, straight go charge a few of them
   Of fame, of valor, and of victory,
Theridamas.   That long has lingered for so high a seat.
Techelles.   They have, my lord, and on Damascus' walls
Tamburlaine.   I will not spare these proud Egyptians,
   Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts,
Zenocrate.   That fight for scepters and for slippery crowns,
Tamburlaine.   Ah, fair Zenocrate!  Divine Zenocrate!
   Waiting the back return of Charon's boat;
Arab.    Would lend an hour's license to my tongue,
Tamburlaine.   And on their points his fleshless body feeds.
   And, like to Flora in her morning's pride
Arab.    To make discourse of some sweet accidents
Tamburlaine.   And, like to Flora in her morning's pride
   So much by much as does Zenocrate.
   Troubled my senses with conceit of foul
   Of fame, of valor, and of victory,
Techelles.   Have hoisted up their slaughtered carcasses,
Tamburlaine.   No more there is not, I warrant you, Techelles
   And know my customs are as peremptory
All.    O pity us!
Cain.  And he is good!  How know I that?  Because
Adah.   Let me go with thee.
Lucifer.   No, she must not,
Adah.   Who
Lucifer.   No other choice:  your sire hath chosen already:
Cain.   And he is good!  How know I that?  Because
Lucifer.   Ask Eve, your mother:  bears she not the knowledge
  Of being that which I am--and thou art--
  One who aspired to be what made thee, and
Cain.   Despise myself.  Yet cannot overcome--
Lucifer.   Souls who dare look the omnipotent tyrant in
Cain.   If I shrink not from these, the fire-arm'd angels,
Lucifer.   Evil; and what else hath he made?  But let him
Adam.   Dost thou not live?
Cain.   Must I not die?
Eve.   Alas!
Cain.   Was plucked too soon; and all the fruit is death!
Lucifer.   Existence--it will cease, and thou wilt be
Cain.   Thou lookst almost a god; and--
Lucifer.   I am none:
Abel.   And night, and worlds which these illuminate,
  And love both them and thee--All hail!  All hail!
Lucifer.   They have deceived thee:  thou shalt live.
Cain.   I live,
Lucifer.   Thy sire's maker, and the earth's .
  Worthy of thought;--'tis your immortal part
Adah.   Evil on ill; expulsion from our homes,
Abel.   Earth, ocean, air, and fire, and with the day
Cain.   A loathsome, and yet all invincible
Lucifer.   And centre of surrounding things--'tis made
Eve.   Morning from night, till then divided never--
Abel.   Or shadow, madest beings to enjoy them.
Cain.   Feel the prophetic torture of its truth).
Lucifer.   In their abasement.  I will have none such:
Cain.   In the dim twilight, brighter than yon world
Lucifer.   What thou dar'st not deny--the history
  Worship or worship not, thou shalt behold
Cain.   They may be!  Let me die, as atoms die
Lucifer.   Which, knowing nought beyond their shallow senses,
Cain.   Air, where ye roll along.  As I have seen
Lucifer.   The dust which form'd your father?
Cain.   Can it be?
  They may be!  Let me die, as atoms die
  The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden?
  How beautiful ye are!  How beautiful
  In the dim twilight, brighter than yon world
Lucifer.   Echo the sound to miserable things,
  Worship the word which strikes their ear, and deem
  Sate nearest it?
Cain.   The things I have not seen.
Lucifer.    Believe in me, as a conditional creed
  Sit next thy heart?
Cain.   The things I see.
Lucifer.   But what
  By greater things, and they themselves far more
  Evil or good what is proclaimed to them
Cain.   Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen
Lucifer.   In their abasement.  I will have none such:
  She nearest it?
Cain.   The things I have not seen.
  I maybe in the rest as angels are.
Lucifer.   Would run the edict of the other god,
Cain.   Spirit!  Let me expire, or see them nearer..
Cain.   It be as thou hast said (and I within
Lucifer.   The dust which form'd your father?
Cain.   Can it be?
  To anticipate my immortality.
Lucifer.   Believe--and sink not!  Doubt--and perish!  Thus
Cain.   Than things to be inhabited themselves.
  So shadowy, and so full of twilight, that
Lucifer.   Must pass through what the things thou see'st have pass'd--
  Inferior as thy petty feeligns and
  So changed by its convulsion, they would not
Cain.   And yet my sire says he's omnipotent:
  All things, my father says; but I confess
  Of matter, which seem'd made for life to dwell on,
  Resembling somewhat the wild habitants
Lucifer.   Knowledge was barr'd as poison, but behold
  As much superior unto all thy sire,
Cain.   It is not with the earth, though I must till it,
Lucifer.   Knowledge was barr'd as poison.  But behold
Cain.   Rather than life itself.  But here, all is
Lucifer.   Must pass through what the things thou see'st have pass'd--
  They did inhabit,
Cain.   Adam is the first.
Lucifer.   Which struck a world to chaos, as a chaos
  Thee and thy son;--and how weak they are, judge
Cain.   But that on drawing near them I beheld
  (At least so seeming) to the things we have pass'd,
Lucifer.   As much superior unto all thy sire,
Cain.   Had deem'd them rather the bright populace
Lucifer.   Is come.
Cain.   And these, too; can they ne'er repass
  It speaks of a day past.
Lucifer.   It is the realm
Cain.   I rather would remain; I am sick of all
  Than things to be inhabited themselves,
Lucifer.   Oh, what a beautiful world it was!
Cain.   And is.
Lucifer.   Yes.  From their earth, as thou wilt fade from thine.
Cain.   Of some all unimaginable heaven.
  It speaks of a day past.
Lucifer.   It is the realm.
Cain.   And gazing on eternity, methought
  Come thou shalt be amerced for sins unknown,
  In their pure incarnation, vying with
  For being dust, and grovelling in the dust,
  To us?  They sinn'd, then let them die!
  And stone.
Abel.   Choose thou!
Cain.   I have chosen.
Abel.   Nothing can err, except to some good end
Cain.   The germs of an eternal misery
  How lovely he appears!  His little cheeks
Adah.   How beautifuly parted!  No:  you shall not
Cain.   The ages prophesied, upon our seed.
Adah.   And love thyself for our sakes, for we love thee.
Cain.   That I was nothing!
Adah.   Wherefore said he so?
Cain.   With all the elements ere they will yield
Adah.   These are a goodly offering to the Lord.
Cain.   The bread we eat?  For what must I be grateful?
Adah.   Thy own, but of the spirit who was with thee.
Cain.   Give way!  Ere he hath more!
Abel.   In His Great Name.
Cain.   Shows more of fear than worship, as a bribe
Adah.   And loving him?  Soft!  He awakes, sweet Enoch!
  Fitting to shadow slumber.
Cain.   Ay, the last--
  That saying jars you, let us only say--
Adah.   Can we not make another?
Cain.   Where?
Adah.   Here, or
Cain.   I have toiled and till'd, and sweaten in the sun.
  Worlds which he once shone on and never more
  For life, nor did I make myself; but could I
  That I was nothing!
Adah.   Wherefore said he so?
The mad dog's foams, and adders ears;
From charnel houses that were full;
And I have been plucking (plants among)
I last night lay all alone
I bit off a sinew; I clipped his hair;
I scratched out the eyes of the owl before;
At night, I sucked the breath; and rose,
And, soon as she turned her beak to the south.
From charnel houses that were full;
I have been getting; and made of his skin
I have been gathering wolves hairs.
A purse, to keep Sir Cranium in.
I bade him again blow wind in the tail.
A raven feeding upon a quarter:
The spurging of a deadman's eyes:
Did snatch these bones, and then leaped the ditch.
Killed the black cat, and here is the brain
Under a cradle I did creep
And, as I had done, the cock did crow.