Paulina Flashcards
What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?
What wheels? racks? fires? what flaying? boiling?
What wheels? racks? fires? what flaying? boiling?
In leads or oils?
In leads or oils?
what old or newer torture
Must I receive, whose every word deserves
To taste of thy most worst?
what old or newer torture
Must I receive, whose every word deserves
To taste of thy most worst?
Thy tyranny
Together working with thy jealousies,
Thy tyranny
Together working with thy jealousies,
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle
For girls of nine,
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle
For girls of nine,
O, think what they have done
And then run mad indeed, stark mad!
O, think what they have done
And then run mad indeed, stark mad!
for all
Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it.
for all
Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it.
That thou betray’dst Polixenes,’twas nothing;
That thou betray’dst Polixenes,’twas nothing;
That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstant
And damnable ingrateful
That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstant
And damnable ingrateful
nor was’t much,
Thou wouldst have poison’d good Camillo’s honour,
To have him kill a king: poor trespasses,
nor was’t much,
Thou wouldst have poison’d good Camillo’s honour,
To have him kill a king: poor trespasses,
More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckon
The casting forth to crows thy baby-daughter
To be or none or little
More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckon
The casting forth to crows thy baby-daughter
To be or none or little
though a devil
Would have shed water out of fire ere done’t:
though a devil
Would have shed water out of fire ere done’t:
Nor is’t directly laid to thee, the death
Of the young prince, whose honourable thoughts,
Nor is’t directly laid to thee, the death
Of the young prince, whose honourable thoughts,
Thoughts high for one so tender, cleft the heart
That could conceive a gross and foolish sire
Blemish’d his gracious dam:
Thoughts high for one so tender, cleft the heart
That could conceive a gross and foolish sire
Blemish’d his gracious dam:
this is not, no,
Laid to thy answer: but the last,–O lords,