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The Daughters of My Father’s House

"Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine, It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves."

An ode to Shakespeare's motherless daughters.

DID IT. IT’S DONE. WOO

30 PIECES IN 30 DAYS! 

Probably gonna post a masterlist and/or reflection sort of thing tomorrow.

To Be Tempted

"What's this, what's this? Is this her fault or mine? The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary And pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie! What dost thou, or what art thou, Angelo? Dost thou desire her foully for those things That make her good?"

II.ii All powerful, Angelo cracks down on the debauchery in Vienna. He is unmovable in his merciless decrees until a novice nun comes to plead for her brother's life and desires long thought dead in Angelo surface.

Brave Punishments

"Think not on him till to-morrow: I'll devise thee brave punishments for him."

The weddings and festivities are over. Now it's back to business and the ever-present question: What to do with Don John?

A Thing of Blood

"I cannot speak him home: he stopp'd the fliers; And by his rare example made the coward Turn terror into sport: as weeds before A vessel under sail, so men obey'd And fell below his stem: his sword, death's stamp, Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot He was a thing of blood, whose every motion Was timed with dying cries..."

Scars that Never Felt a Wound

"Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet."

When the Hurlyburly’s Done

"...What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught That man may question?..."

The Prince Your Brother

"You have of late stood out against your brother, and he hath ta'en you newly into his grace; where it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself: it is needful that you frame the season for your own harvest."