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68 Cards in this Set
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Our eyes
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are sentinels unto our judgements
Beatrice-Joanna |
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(aside) I shall
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change my saint, I fear me, I find
a giddy turning in me Beatrice-Joanna |
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Methinks
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I love now with the eyes of judgement
Beatrice-Joanna |
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Blood-guiltiness
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becomes a fouler visage
Beatrice-Joanna |
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'Tis time
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to die, when 'tis a shame to live
Beatrice-Joanna |
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I have kissed
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poison for't, stroked a serpent
Beatrice-Joanna |
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Your reward
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follows you
Beatrice-Joanna *link to Faustus - 'the reward of sin is death' |
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Oh
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my Deflores
Beatrice-Joanna |
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You have ruined/
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What you can ne'er repair again
Beatrice-Joanna |
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It blasts
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a beauty to deformity
Beatrice-Joanna |
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There's horror
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in my service, bloody and danger
Beatrice-Joanna |
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(aside) I'm in
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a labyrinth
Beatrice-Joanna |
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Murder I see
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is followed by more sins.
Was my creation in the womb so cursed It must engender with a viper first? Beatrice-Joanna |
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This fellow
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has undone me endlessly
Beatrice-Joanna (soliloquy) |
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Fates
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do your worst
Deflores |
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I should thrust
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my fingers
Into her sockets here Deflores |
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I'll haunt
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her still... I'll have my will
Deflores |
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I shall have
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a mad qualm
Deflores |
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(aside) Ha, I shall
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run mad with joy
Deflores |
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Oh my
Oh, blest |
blood
occasion! Deflores |
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both our lives
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upon the cast?
Deflores |
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the thought
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ravishes
Deflores |
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I thirst
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for him
Deflores |
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(Deflores hides
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a naked rapier)
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Not part
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in death?... (cuts off the finger)
Deflores |
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My thoughts
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are at a banquet for the deed
Deflores |
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A woman dipped
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in blood and talk of modesty?
Deflores |
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That shooting
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eye
Will burn my heart to cinders. Deflores |
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She shall be
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the mark
Deflores |
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You talk of
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danger when your fame's a fire?
Deflores |
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(aside)... Fresh
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bleeding in his eye
Deflores |
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that broken
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rib of mankind
Deflores |
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Now we are
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left in hell
Deflores |
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Think what a torment
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'tis to marry one
Whose heart is leaped into another's bosom Tomazo |
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Here is
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love's tame madness
Tomazo |
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A treacherous
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bloody friendship
Tomazo |
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I'll perfect it with
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reverence that belongs
Unto a sacred altar. (Tomazo kneels) Tomazo |
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I thirst
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for 'em:
Like subtle lightning will I wind about 'em. Tomazo |
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Oh bless my
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house and me
Vermandero |
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Oh, my name is
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entered now in that record
Vermandero |
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At first sight
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I knew him for a gentleman
Lollio |
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If you keep
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me in a cage
Isabella |
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Cast no
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amazing eye upon this change
Antonio |
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His conscience
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is unquiet
Isabella |
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The needle's
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point will to the fixèd north;
Such drawing arctics women's beauties are. Isabella |
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Does love
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turn fool, run mad, and all at once?
Isabella |
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Would you resign/
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You first night's pleasure, and give money too?
Diaphanta |
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I never made/
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So sweet a bargain
Diaphanta |
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kind
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Deflores
Alonzo |
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'Tis a most
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spacious and impregnable fort
Alonzo |
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This dangerous
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bridge of blood
Alsemero |
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Crying
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crocodile
Alsemero |
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Be my
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prisoner only
Alsemero |
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'Twas in
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the temple where I first beheld her
Alsemero |
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The place is
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holy, so is my intent
Alsemero |
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man's
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first creation
Alsemero |
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Unless there be
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some hidden malady
Alsemero |
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He does ill
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to tempt your sight
Alsemero |
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My love's
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as firm as love e'er built upon
Alsemero |
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my absolute
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treasure
Alsemero |
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You are
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a whore!
Alsemero |
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I'll all
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demolish, and seek out truth
Alsemero |
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Your arms'
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supporter, your lips' saint!
Alsemero |
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Poor
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soul
Alsemero |
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'twas but
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a mist of conscience
Deflores |
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Your only smiles
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have power to cause re-live
The dead again. Epilogue |
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Now
We all |
we are left in hell (Deflores)
are there (Vermandero) |
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'tis too
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full of pity to be laughed at
Isabella |