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An Elizabethan Bestiary - Retold, by Jeffery Beam, illustrations by Ippy PattersonMusic:Johann Schenck (1660- 1712), Scherzi Musicali op.VI dall'ouverture alla Suite in re minore, Bettina Hoffmann viola da gamba
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"The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination."
dirtyautomaton 1 year ago
COCKATRICE ("Richard III", IV, 1, v. 54; "Romeo and Juliet", III, 2, v. 47)
ELEPHANT ("Julius Caesar", II, 1, v. 206; "Troilus and Cressida", I, 2, v. 20 - II, 3, vv. 2, 104)
etc. etc.
Jainkeff 1 year ago
I sent your grace
The parcels and particulars of our grief,
The which hath been with scorn shoved from the court,
Whereon this HYDRA son of war is born;
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm’d asleep
With grant of our most just and right desires,
And true obedience, of this madness cured,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.
("Henry IV", part II, IV, 2, vv. 35-42)
There is a thousand Hectors in the field.
Now here he fights on Galate his horse,
And there lacks works; anon he’s there afoot,
And there they fly or die, like scaled schools
Before the belching WHALE. Then is he yonder,
And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him like the mower’s swath.
("Troilus and Cressida", V, 5, vv. 19-25)
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"The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination."
dirtyautomaton 1 year ago
COCKATRICE ("Richard III", IV, 1, v. 54; "Romeo and Juliet", III, 2, v. 47)
ELEPHANT ("Julius Caesar", II, 1, v. 206; "Troilus and Cressida", I, 2, v. 20 - II, 3, vv. 2, 104)
etc. etc.
Jainkeff 1 year ago
I sent your grace
The parcels and particulars of our grief,
The which hath been with scorn shoved from the court,
Whereon this HYDRA son of war is born;
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm’d asleep
With grant of our most just and right desires,
And true obedience, of this madness cured,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.
("Henry IV", part II, IV, 2, vv. 35-42)
Jainkeff 1 year ago
There is a thousand Hectors in the field.
Now here he fights on Galate his horse,
And there lacks works; anon he’s there afoot,
And there they fly or die, like scaled schools
Before the belching WHALE. Then is he yonder,
And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him like the mower’s swath.
("Troilus and Cressida", V, 5, vv. 19-25)
Jainkeff 1 year ago