[For context: The Tyrant, whom we last saw clandestinely exhuming the body of the Lady, has brought the corpse back to court and demanded a make-up artist come to paint its face, so it will not, as he says, look fearfully on him. The Lady's lover Govianus has disguised himself as an artist and decorated the corpse, which the Tyrant, who is certifiably nuttier than a box of squirrels, has just kissed.]
TYRANT. I talk so long to death, I'm sick myself.
Methinks an evil scent still follows me.
GOVIANUS. Maybe 'tis nothing but the colour, sir,
That I laid on.
TYRANT. Is that so strong?
GOVIANUS. Yes, faith, sir.
'Twas the best poison I could get for money.
--The Second Maiden's Tragedy 5.2.121-25.
TYRANT. I talk so long to death, I'm sick myself.
Methinks an evil scent still follows me.
GOVIANUS. Maybe 'tis nothing but the colour, sir,
That I laid on.
TYRANT. Is that so strong?
GOVIANUS. Yes, faith, sir.
'Twas the best poison I could get for money.
--The Second Maiden's Tragedy 5.2.121-25.
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Date: 2003-07-24 06:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-24 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-24 06:51 pm (UTC)Queen is pissed off at King's mouthpiece, who (it just so happens) is in love with one of her servingmaids. Said servingmaid tempts him to the Queen's dining room, where (after some more tedious rhetoric) the Queen and all her women boil him up and eat him.
I am so not kidding.
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Date: 2003-07-24 07:08 pm (UTC)You're right, though. 2nd Maiden trumps that. Not only is it sick--it's also kinky.
There are perks in this whole dissertation-writing thing after all.
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Date: 2003-07-24 06:37 pm (UTC)So what do you say
Date: 2003-07-25 05:58 am (UTC)Wow. That scene is just sick. Witty and cruel and sick.
Am trying to picture a 17th century playhouse with a Parental Guidance warning outside the theater.
and I like the phrase 'nuttier than a box of squirrels'. Good Australian phrase is 'wackier than a cut snake'.