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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 115 Babeloratory 11 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.
Cattis
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 Attis 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?
Comatose
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
Hobgoblin
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
Hoodwink
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. Possession? "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
I.i. 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;
I.ii. 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,
II. 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.)
Lycophromage
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
Mephistomorph
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
Monomania
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
I.i. 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!
II.i. 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 Iona-- 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,
II.ii. 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
THESIS 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 exploitation. 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.
ANTITHESIS 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.
SYNTHESIS 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)
Tamburine
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!
Tramelogedia
I.i. 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, Who? 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.
II.i. 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
II.ii. 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.
III.i. 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?
Whichever
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.
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