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First published January 1, 1614
Dying man: I fafe, I fade!
Bloke who accidentally stabbed him: Oh, sir, I must tell you of your loved ones.
Dying man: Ah, just to hear of my darlings stirs life back into me!
Bloke: They're all dead.
Dying man: Oh fuckest me! *Dies*
'We are merely the star's tennis balls, struck and bandied which way please them'Sadly, the play never goes quite weird enough to be full comedy, the writing simply bad rather than circling round to a guilty pleasure. Preposterous, ludicrous and just down right silly, I reccomend this to no one and suggest you stick to Shakespeare, Marlowe, or Hrotsvitha if you can spell her.
CARDINAL. Curs’d creature!Then, of course, there is ±ٱ’s glorious English. No wonder that it is actor’s play.
Unequall nature, to place womens hearts
So farre upon the left-side!
FERDINAND. Foolish men,
That ere will trust their honour in a barke,
Made of so slight, weake bull-rush as is woman,
Apt every minnit to sinke it!
BOSCOLA. Doe you not weepe?
Other sinnes onely speake; murther shreikes out:
The element of water moistens the earth,
But blood flies upwards, and bedewes the heavens.
FERDINAND. Cover her face. Mine eyes dazell: she di’d yong.
--The Duchess of Malfi, John Webster (circa 1613)