Bourne Readers: Crucial Tis Pity Quotes

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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