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DR FAUTUS
“Ah, Christ, my Saviour/Seek to save distressed Faustus’ soul!”
“Where art thou, Faustus? Wretch, what hast thou done?
Damned art thou, Faustus, damned; despair and die!”
“Ah, Faustus.
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,
And then thou must be damned perpetually!”
“Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?
And burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
“Had I as many souls as there be stars,
I’d give them all for Mephistopheles”.
Nothing so sweet as magic is to him
Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss (4)
“The end of physic is our body’s health.
Why Faustus hast thou not achieved that end?” (4)
“When all is done, divinity is best.” (5)
“What will be, shall be. Divinity adieu!” (5)
“These metaphysics of magicians and negromantic books are heavenly.” (6)”
“How pliant is this Mephostophilis, Full of obedience and humility. Such is the force of magic….” (13)
“I charge thee wait upon me whilst I live To do whatever Faustus shall command, Be it to make the moon drop from her sphere or the ocean to
overwhelm the world.” (13)
“Tell me, where is the place that men call hell?” (22)
Faustus is gone! Regard his hellish fall,
Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise
Only to wonder at unlawful things:
Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits
To practice more than heavenly power permits.
-All places shall be hell that is not heaven
-O God, if thou wilt not have mercy on my soul,
-Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years,
A hundred thousand, and at last be saved.
- Cursed be the parents that engendered me:
No, Faustus, curse thy self, curse Lucifer,
That hath deprived thee of the joys of heaven.
-My God, my God, look not so fierce on me!
- Ugly hell gape not! Come not, Lucifer!
I’ll burn my books—ah, Mephastophilis!
OTHELO
Othello is not 'about' race, or colour, or even jealousy. It dramatizes the way actions are directed by attitudes, fears, and delusions that rule the
subconscious than by evident facts.(Davison, 1988, p.64)
-I think the sun where he was born.
Drew all such humours from him;
-Have one not easily jealous, but being wrought,
Perplexed in the extreme.
-And by how much she tries to do him good,
She shall undo her credit with the Moor,
So I will turn her virtue into pitch.
-I think this tale would win my daughter too
-And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk,
Beat a Venetian, and traduced the state,
I’ took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him thus, (stabs himself)
-But that I love the gentle Desdemona
I would not my unhoused free condition
Put into circumscription and confine
For the sea’s worth.
-I look down towards his feet but that’s a fable,
It that than be’st a devil, I cannot kill thee,
“Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?”
-The Moor, how be it that I endure him not,
Is of a constant, noble, loving nature,
And I dare thing he will prove to Desdemona
A most dear husband.
-I do suspect the lustful Moor.
Hath leaped into my seat, the though whereof
Doth like a poisonous mineral gnaw my inwards?
And nothing can, nor shall content my soul
Till I am even with him, wife for wife.
-Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see:
She has deceived her father, and may thee
-She did deceive her father, marrying you.
“No, my heart is turn’d to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand”.
“Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt;
For she had eyes, and chose me”.
“No, Iago;
I’ll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
And, on the proof, there is no more but this---
Away at once with love or jealousy!”
“O now for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content!
Farewell! Othello’s occupation’s gone”.
WINTER TALE
We were as twinned lambs that did frisk i' the sun,
And bleat the one at the other: what we changed
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dreamed
That any did.
"'Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach."
"Paddling palms, and pinching fingers."
-Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.