Maris Smith - ENG2010

  The Duchess of Malfi  - John Webster BOSOLA: So, so, there's no question but her tetchiness and most vulturous eating of the apricots are apparent signs of breeding.              [ Enter an OLD LADY ] Now? OLD LADY: I am in haste, sir.  BOSOLA: There was a young woman waiting- woman had a monstrous desire to see the glasshouse -  OLD LADY: Nay, pray, let me go. I will hear no more of the glasshouse. You are still abusing women! BOSOLA: Who, I? No; only, by the way now and then, mention your frailties. The orange-tree bears ripe and green fruit and blossoms all together; and some of you give entertainment for pure love, but more for more precious reward. The lust spring smells well; but dropping autumns tastes well. If we have the sale golden showers that rained in the time of Jupiter the thunderer, you have the same Danaes still, to hold up their laps to receive them. Didst though never study mathematics? OLD LADY: What'...

  The Wife of Bath's Prologue  - Geoffrey Chaucer      "But now to purpose why I tolde thee That I was beaten for a book, pardee: Uponn a night Jankin, that was oure sire, Read on his book, as he sat by the fire, Of Eva first, that for her wickedness Was all mankinde brought to wrecchedness, For which that Jesus Christ himself was slain That bought us with his herte blood again- Lo, here express of women may ye find That women was the loss of all mankind.     Tho read he me how Sampson lost his heres: Sleeping his lemman cut it with her sheres, Thurgh which treason lost he both his eyen,     Tho read he me, if that I shall not lien, Of Ercules and of his Dianire, That caused him to set himself afire.     Nothing forgot he that sorwe and wo That Socrates hadde with his wives two, How Xantippa caste piss upon his head: This sely man sat still as he were dead; He wiped his head, no more dorste he sayn But 'Er that thonder stinte, comth...

  American Moor  - Kieth Hamilton Cobb "'Don't do Titania. Pick something else.'  So I said, 'Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,  Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner As Phaethon would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately.  Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo Leap to these arms, untack'd of and unseen-' 'Pick something you might realistically play! Something befitting your age, and experience!' 'O, what a role and pleasant slave am I! It is not monstrous that this player here, But in fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit-' 'Hamlet is hardly your experience...'" Richard III  performed at the Globe: I just to use this passage in comparison with the 2024 Globe's production of Richard III because they both touch on/contain characters either played by the opposite sex, or characters feeling as though the...