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better 'tis to bless the sun than reason why it shines
Friar about reason
must I not do what all men else may, love?
Giovanni, justifying his love
that beauty which, if framed anew, the gods would make a god of
Giovanni's deification of Annabella's beauty
a customary form
Giovanni about the taboo
bound so much the more by nature
Giovanni about why he and his sister must love
thou art lost
Friar to Giovanni about his soul
death waits on thy lust
Friar to Giovanni about the sin of lust
heaven is just
Friar about heaven's judgement
my fate's my god
Giovanni about fate
have got mine honour with expense of blood
Grimaldi (honour and revenge society)
I would not for my wealth my daughter's love should cause the spilling
of one drop of blood
Florio IRONICALLY about Annabella’s love
blessed shape of some celestial creature
Annabella about Giovanni’s body
my fates have doomed my death
Giovanni about fate and death
O that it were not in religion sin to make our love a god, and worship
it
Giovanni about making their love an idol
thy immortal beauty hath untuned all harmony both of my rest and life
Giovanni (can't sleep, like PL)
you must either love, or I must die
Giovanni suicidal about love
love me, or kill me, sister
Giovanni - love or death
I made her almost burst her belly with laughing
Bergetto ironically about making Annabella laugh
love me, or kill me, brother
Annabella - love or death
no more sister now, but love, a name more gracious
Giovanni replacing sister with love
be proud to know that yielding thou hast conquered
Giovanni - losing = winning
stol'n contents
Annabella - they have taken something they shouldn’t have
my heart's delight prevailed
Annabella about delight
sucked divine ambrosia from her lips
Giovanni - sensual idea of lust, as with the fruit in PL
hold myself in being king of thee more great than were I king of all the
world
Giovanni - king of the world
a paradise of joy
Annabella - like Eden?
thy sensual rage of blood hath made my youth a scorn to men and angels
Hippolita - destructiveness of Soranzo’s lust
false wanton
Hippolita about Soranzo’s lying ;) nature
nor think with supple words to smooth the grossness of my abuses
Hippolita - won’t let words win her over - but we do
you are too double in your dissimulation
Hippolita - duality of lies
Thy soul is drowned too deeply in thy sins
Hippolita - souls, sins, Soranzo
the vows I made, if you remember well, were wicked and unlawful: 'twere
more sin to keep them than to break them
Soranzo - the morality of vows
learnt to repent and die, for by my honour I hate thee and thy lust: you
have been too foul
Soranzo - damning anger at foul Hippolita
my vengeance shall give comfort to this woe
Hippolita
on this delicious bane my thoughts shall banquet
Hippolita and the banquet of revenge
revenge shall sweeten what my griefs have tasted
Hippolita on the sweet taste of revenge
Soranzo is the man that hath her heart
Richardetto - on owning Annabella’s heart
thou hast told a tale, whose every word threatens eternal slaughter to
the soul
Friar on the slaughter of the soul
be thou resolved, thou art a man remarked to taste a mischief
Friar on the dangers of choosing sin
what I have done I'll prove both fit and good
Giovanni trying to prove his own righteousness
virtue itself is reason but refined, and love the quintessence of that
Giovanni virtue...reason...love
had you youth like mine, you'd make her love your heaven, and her divine
Giovanni - making love heaven and Annabella divine
th'art too far sold to hell, it lies not in the compass of my prayers to
call thee back
Friar - Giovanni is beyond salvation (questionable)
a world of variety
Giovanni - Annabella is a bit like Cleopatra
for colour, lips
Giovanni on A’s lips
for sweet perfumes, her breath
Giovanni on A’s breath
for jewels, eyes
Giovanni on A’s eyes
for threads of purest gold, hair
Giovanni on A’s hair
for delicious choice of flowers, cheeks
Giovanni on A’s cheeks
Hear her but speak, and you will swear the spheres make music to the
citizens in heaven.
Giovanni on A’s voice
a pair of souls are lost
Friar - two are damned
I can have wenches enough in Parma for half-a-crown apiece, cannot I,
Poggio?
Bergetto on women as commodity
that you shall know anon, at better leisure. Welcome sweet night! The
evening crowns the day.
Giovanni (in PL, the morning is that which is poetic - difference in
light/dark activities)
in terms of love, where merit cannot sway, policy must
Grimaldi on merit vs cunning
if this hit, I'll laugh and hug revenge
Richardetto hugging revenge
you have unripped a soul so foul and guilty as I must tell you true, I
marvel how the earth hath borne you up
Friar on Annabella’s foul soul and guilty sin
you are wretched, miserably wretched, almost condemned alive
Friar on Annabella’s wretchedness
there lies the wanton on racks of burning steel, whiles in his soul he
feels the torment of his raging lust
Friar’s idea of the luster’s punishment in hell
then you will wish each kiss your brother gave had been a dagger's point
Friar ironically about her brother’s kisses
heaven is merciful, and offers grace even now
Friar on heaven’s mercy
spend not the time in tears, but seek for justice
Florio on uselessness of tears
the Cardinal is noble; he no doubt will give true justice
RIchardetto’s vain hope of church justice
is this a churchman's voice? dwells justice here?
Donado’s despair over church justice
justice is fled to heaven and comes no nearer
Florio on justice’s distance
when cardinals think murder's not amiss, great men may do their wills,
we must obey; but heaven will judge them for't another day
Florio’s faith in final judgement
Ere I'd endure this sight, to see my love clipped by another, I would
dare confusion, and stand the horror of ten thousand deaths
Giovanni would do anything to keep Annabella to himself
let rash report run on; the breath that vents it will, like a bubble,
break itself at last
Hippolita on rumour
Mistress She-Devil, your own mischievous treachery hath killed you
Vasques on Hippolita’s treachery
now have fitted her a just payment in her own coin
Vasques on a taste of Hipolita’s own medicine
may thy bed of marriage be a rack unto thy heart, burn blood and boil in
vengeance
Hippolita’s curse on Soranzo’s marriage bed
mayst thou live to father bastards, may her womb bring forth monsters,
and die together in your sins, hated, scorned, and unpitied
Hippolita’s curse on Soranzo’s children
here's the end of lust and pride
Richardetto about Hippolita’s death
that marriage seldom's good, where the bride-banquet so begins in blood
Friar’s prediction about the bloody banquetted marriage
though vengeance hover, keeping aloof yet from Soranzo's fall, yet he
will fall
Richardetto on Soranzo’s imminent fall
all human worldly courses are uneven; no life is blessed but the way to
heaven
Richardetto on Philotis’ call to the convent
who dies a virgin lives a saint on earth
Richardetto on virgins on earth
Come, strumpet, famous whore
Soranzo’s insult of A #1
thy adulterous veins
Soranzo insults A’s veins
harlot, rare, notable, harlot
Soranzo thinks A is unusual in her lust
your loose cunning whoredom
Soranzo’s insult of A’s behaviour
your hot itch and pleurisy of lust
Soranzo on A’s lust
the heyday of your luxury
Soranzo thinks luxury is a sin
belly-sports
Soranzo’s ironic insult of A & G’s relationship
thy corrupted bastard-bearing womb
Soranzo’s insult of A’s womb
whore of whores
Soranzo on Annabella (__ of __s)
excellent quean
Soranzo calls A an e____ q___ (whore)
the man, the more than man
Annabella’s view of Giovanni’s manliness
this noble creature was in every part so angel-like, so glorious, that a
woman who had not been but human, as was I, would have kneeled to him, and
begged for love
Annabella thinks no woman could have resisted Giovanni
you are not worthy once to name his name without true worship, or,
indeed, unless you kneeled, to hear another name him
Annabella thinks Giovanni is a god
I'll rip up thy heart, and find it there
Soranzo’s ironic threat to find Giovanni’s name
I'll hew thy flesh to shreds
Soranzo’s ironic threat to tear A to pieces
thy lust-be-lepered body
Soranzo’s insult of Annabella’s lustful body
I leave revenge behind, and thou shalt feel't
Annabella knows revenge will come
I will not slack my vengeance
Soranzo’s vow for revenge
such a damned whore deserves no pity
Soranzo thinks Annabella doesn’t deserve pity
Sir, you must be ruled by your reason and not by your fury; that were
unhuman and beastly
Vasques thinks reason is human, and fury is beastly
I prize my life as nothing
Annabella, mimicking Acts 20:24 - blasphemous
tis as manlike to bear extremities as godlike to forgive
Vasques shows that they are not godlike who don’t forgive
in this piece of flesh, this faithless face of hers, had I laid up the
treasure of my heart
Soranzo had his treasure where his heart was
in the shame of thy lewd womb even buried me alive
Soranzo feels buried alive in A’s shame
I did too dearly love you
Soranzo regrets his love of A
the part I loved, which was thy heart
Soranzo thinks he loved A for her personality
a husband; in that name is hid divinity
Soranzo’s verdict on husbands
tis as common to err in frailty as to be a woman
Soranzo thinks women are weak
I carry hell about me; all my blood is fired in swift revenge
Soranzo experiences a living hell
damnable hag
Vasques about Putana as a hag
you toad-bellied bitch
Vasques about Putana as a bitch
to what a height of liberty in damnation hath the devil trained our age
Vasques condemns the age
I must… tutor him better in his points of vengeance
Vasques wants to teach Soranzo about revenge
O, my soul runs circular in sorrow for revenge
Soranzo’s soul is confused in its desire for revenge
he is sold to death, and the devil shall not ransom him
Vasques thinks Giovanni is beyond salvation
a wretched, woeful woman's tragedy
Annabella description of her life
My conscience now stands up against my lust with depositions charactered
in guilt
Annabella about her guilt
My conscience... tells me I am lost
Annabella’s feeling of being lost
they who sleep in lethargies of lust hug their confusion, making heaven
unjust, and so did I
Annabella about the effects of lust
here I sadly vow repentance, and a leaving of that life I long have died
in
Annabella repenting
to laugh at your horns, to feast on your disgrace, riot in your
vexations, cuckold you in your bride-bed
Vasques about Annabella’s scorn of Soranzo
revenge is all the ambition I aspire: to that I'll climb or fall; my
blood's on fire
Soranzo on his desire for revenge
O the glory of two united hearts like hers and mine
Giovanni on the glory of ‘love’
my world, and all of happiness, is here, and I'd not change it for the
best to come: a life of pleasure is Elysium
Giovanni would not exchange anything for his life and pleasure
stood Death threatening his armies of confounding plagues, with hosts of
dangers hot as blazing stars, I would be there
Giovanni thinks he is invincible
resolve to strike as deep in slaughter as they all
Giovanni wants destruction
the wildness of thy fate draws to an end, to a bad fearful end
Friar condemns Giovanni to fate
since no prayer can make thee safe, I leave thee to despair
Friar gives up on trying to save Giovanni
despair, tortures of a thousand hells, all's one to me
Giovanni doesn’t care about pain
If I must totter like a well-grown oak, some under-shrubs shall in my
weighty fall be crushed to splits: with me they all shall perish
Giovanni wants to bring others down with him - simile
what you do is noble, and an act of brave revenge
Soranzo to banditti about the nobility of revenge
arm your courage in your own wrongs
Vasques stirring up Soranzo’s anger
young incest-monger
Vasques’ name for Giovanni
he may post to hell in the very act of his damnation
Vasques wants Giovanni to go straight to hell
let him go and glut himself in his own destruction
Vasques wants Giovanni to cause his own destruction
hath your new sprightly lord found out a trick in night games more than
we could know in our simplicity?
Giovanni’s jealousy of Soranzo
I hold fate clasped in my fist
Giovanni thinks he controls fate
could command the course of time's eternal motion
Giovanni thinks he controls time
this banquet is an harbinger of death to you and me
Annabella warns that the banquet signals death
death, and a swift repining wrath
Giovanni about his face
these are the funeral tears shed on your grave
Giovanni is clearly sad to kill A
the tribute which my heart hath paid to Annabella's sacred love hath
been these tears, which are her mourners now
Giovanni’s heart lauds A with tears, and mourns her with tears
go thou, white in thy soul, to fill a throne of innocence and sanctity
in Heaven
Giovanni wants Annabella to die in a state of grace
the laws of conscience and civil use may justly blame us, yet when they
but know our loves, that love will wipe away that rigour which would in other
incests be abhorred
Giovanni thinks their love acquits their sin
forgive me - Giovanni /\ with my heart - Annabella
A’s ironic whole-hearted forgiveness
to save thy fame, and kill thee in a kiss
Giovanni wants to keep A from gossip
revenge is mine; honour doth love command
Giovanni rejoices after killing A
for to dispute with thy most lovely beauty, would make me stagger to
perform this act, which I most glory in
Giovanni can’t argue with A
Soranzo, thou hast missed thy aim in this; I have prevented now thy
reaching plots
Giovanni has trumped Soranzo
killed a love, for whose each drop of blood I would have pawned my heart
Giovanni has killed A who he loved so much
How over-glorious art thou in thy wounds, triumphing over infamy and
hate
Giovanni thinks A is glorious in death - blasphemy in hint at Christ’s
wounds
stand up, my heart, and boldly act my last and greater part
Giovanni gets ready to commit next act of revenge
hath your new sprightly lord found out a trick in night games more than
we could know in our simplicity?
Giovanni’s jealousy of Soranzo
I hold fate clasped in my fist
Giovanni thinks he controls fate
could command the course of time's eternal motion
Giovanni thinks he controls time
this banquet is an harbinger of death to you and me
Annabella warns that the banquet signals death
death, and a swift repining wrath
Giovanni about his face
these are the funeral tears shed on your grave
Giovanni is clearly sad to kill A
the tribute which my heart hath paid to Annabella's sacred love hath
been these tears, which are her mourners now
Giovanni’s heart lauds A with tears, and mourns her with tears
go thou, white in thy soul, to fill a throne of innocence and sanctity
in Heaven
Giovanni wants Annabella to die in a state of grace
the laws of conscience and civil use may justly blame us, yet when they
but know our loves, that love will wipe away that rigour which would in other
incests be abhorred
Giovanni thinks their love acquits their sin
forgive me - Giovanni /\ with my heart - Annabella
A’s ironic whole-hearted forgiveness
to save thy fame, and kill thee in a kiss
Giovanni wants to keep A from gossip
revenge is mine; honour doth love command
Giovanni rejoices after killing A
for to dispute with thy most lovely beauty, would make me stagger to
perform this act, which I most glory in
Giovanni can’t argue with A
Soranzo, thou hast missed thy aim in this; I have prevented now thy
reaching plots
Giovanni has trumped Soranzo
killed a love, for whose each drop of blood I would have pawned my heart
Giovanni has killed A who he loved so much
How over-glorious art thou in thy wounds, triumphing over infamy and
hate
Giovanni thinks A is glorious in death - blasphemy in hint at Christ’s
wounds
stand up, my heart, and boldly act my last and greater part
Giovanni gets ready to commit next act of revenge
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