Jacobean Necrophilia

[truepenny]

TYRANT.                  Art thou cold?
  I have no faith in't yet; I believe none.
  Madam! 'Tis I, sweet lady. Prithee speak!
  'Tis thy love calls on thee--thy king, thy servant.
  No? Not a word? All prisoners to pale silence?
  I'll prove a kiss.
          --The Second Maiden's Tragedy IV.iii.80-89
            Poet Unknown, 1611

This play is right on up there with the kinkiest and most morbid things I've ever read. I love it! (No, as far as we the audience know, the Tyrant is not making the beast with two backs with his dead ladylove, but I really wouldn't put it past him.)

Comments

[libskrat]

Okay, I am now having ideas about staging that believe me, you don't want me to share.

I don't even want to have these ideas, to tell the truth.

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

He's in the process of the illegal midnight exhumation of a woman who killed herself rather than sleep with him. I'm not sure your ideas on staging could be any more fucked-up than the actuality.

Or maybe they can.

:)

[libskrat]

Oh, boy, that's even better.

Really sick things you can do with trapdoors...