ACT III Flashcards
Antonio: “The”
“The common rabble do directly say/ She is a strumpet”
Bosola: “To”
“To make her dote on some shameless fellow/ She shames to acknowledge”
Ferdinand: “The”
“The witchcraft lies in her rank blood”
Bosola: “That”
“That you are/ Your own chronicle too much, and grossly/ Flatter yourself”
Antonio: “Oh”
“Oh fie upon this single life! Forgo it:/ We read how Daphne, for her peevish flight,/ became a fruitless bay tree”
Duchess: “Doth”
“Doth not the colour of my hair ‘gin to change?/ When I wax grey I shall have all the court/ Powder their hair with arras, to be like me”
Ferdinand: “Die”
“Die then, quickly!/ Virtue, where art thou hid? What hideous thing/ Is it that eclipse thee?”
Ferdinand: “Oh”
“Oh most imperfect light of human reason”
Duchess: “your”
“your shears do come untimely now/ To clip the bird’s wings that’s already flown”
Ferdinand: “Enjoy”
“Enjoy thy lust still, and a wretched life/ Vile woman”
Bosola: “What”
“What moisture is drawn out of the sea, when foul weather comes, pours down and runs into the sea again”
Bosola: “Princes”
Princes pay flatterers/ In their own money: flatterers dissemble their vices/ And they dissemble their lives: that’s justice”
Bosola: “a”
“a soldier that thought it/ As beastly to know his own value too little/ As devilish to acknowledge it too much”
Bosola: “Can”
“Can this ambitious age/ Have so much goodness in’t as to prefer/ A man merely for worth, without these shadows/ Of wealth and painted honours?”
Bosola: “Oh”
“Oh this base quality/ Of intelligencer!…/ I am certain to be raised”
Pescara: “A”
“A very salamander lives in’s eye/ To mock the eager violence of fire”
2 Pilgrim: “her”
“her brother showed/ how that the Pope, forhearing of her looseness/ Hath seized into the protection of the Church/ The dukedom which she held as dowager”
Duchess: “The”
“The birds that live i’th’field/ On the wild benefit of nature, live/ Happier than we; for they may choose their mates/ And carol their sweet pleasures to the spring”
Bosola: “Every”
“Every small thing draws a base mind to fear/ As the adamant draws iron”
Duchess: “My”
“My laurel is all withered”
Duchess: “I”
“I am armed ‘gainst misery/ Bent to all sways of the oppressor’s will”
