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Revengers Tragedy
Quotes from Revenger's Tragedy
| Question | Answer | Scene/Act |
|---|---|---|
| grey haired | Adultery | Act1 Scene1 |
| marrowless | age | Act1 Scene1 |
| stuff the hollow | bones with damned desires | Act1 Scene1 |
| my abused hear-strings | into fret | Act1 Scene1 |
| two heaven-pointed diamonds were | set In those unsightly rings- | Act1 Scene1 |
| beyond the artificial shine | of any woman's bought complexion | Act1 Scene1 |
| The old duke posioned, | becaus they purer part would not consent unto his palsey lust | Act1 Scene1 |
| old man | hot and vicious | Act1 Scene1 |
| Faith, give Revenge | her due | Act1 Scene1 |
| Thy wrongs and mine | are for on scabbard fit. | Act1 Scene1 |
| A man that wer for | evil only good | Act1 Scene1 |
| Were there as many concubines as ladies | He would not be contained | Act1 Scene1 |
| He knows not you, | Act1 Scene1 | |
| strange | composed fellow. | Act1 Scene1 |
| Women are apt you know | to take fals money | Act1 Scene1 |
| their sex | is easy in belief | Act1 Scene1 |
| Has played rape on | Lord Antonio's wie. | Act1 Scene1 |
| Royal blood monster! | He deserves to die, | Act1 Scene1 |
| The Law's a woman, | and would she were you | Act1 Scene1 |
| Surely I think he died Of | dicontent, the nobleman's consumption. | Act1 Scene1 |
| Wives are but made to | go to bed and feed. | Act1 Scene1 |
| stained | our honours | Act1 Scene2 |
| thrown ink upon the forehead | of our state | Act1 Scene2 |
| for what is it to have | a flattering false insculptioon on a tomb and in men''s heart reproach. | Act1 Scene2 |
| My gracious lord I | pray be merciful | Act1 Scene2 |
| offences gilt o'er with mercy show like fairest women | good only for their beauties, which washed off no sin is uglier | Act1 Scene2 |
| all the Court | Act1 Scene2 | |
| Must I rise | fruitless then | Act1 Scene2 |
| Impartial | doom | Act1 Scene2 |
| Why flesh and blood my lord: | What shuld move men unto a woman else? | Act1 Scene2 |
| Oh do not jest | thy doom, trust not an axe or sword too far; | Act1 Scene2 |
| That lady's name has | spread such a fair wing | Act1 Scene2 |
| would pleas me well | were to do it again | Act1 Scene2 |
| beauty was ordained | to be my scaffold | Act1 Scene2 |
| My fault being sport, | let me but die in jest. | Act1 Scene2 |
| an old-col duke to be as | slack in tongue as in performance. | Act1 Scene2 |
| Your too much right | does do us too much wrong. | Act1 Scene2 |
| we'll have a trick | to set thee free | Act1 Scene2 |
| so mild | and calm as I? | Act1 Scene2 |
| an old man's | twice a child, Mine cannot speak! | Act1 Scene2 |
| walk with a bold foot upon the thorny law, | whose prickles should bow under him; | Act1 Scene2 |
| wedlock faith shall be | forgot | Act1 Scene2 |
| I'll kill him | in his forehead | Act1 Scene2 |
| I would 'twere love, but 't'as | a fouler name than lust | Act1 Scene2 |
| I am an uncertain man | of mor uncertain woman | Act1 Scene2 |
| he could ride | a horse well | Act1 Scene2 |
| I would thank that sin that could most injure him | and be in league with is | Act1 Scene2 |
| The curse o' the womb, | the thief of Nature | Act1 Scene2 |
| I'll call foul | incest a venial sin | Act1 Scene2 |
| Madam I blush to say | what I will do | Act1 Scene2 |
| Oh one incestuous kiss | picks open hell | Act1 Scene2 |
| when they rose | were merrily disposed to fall again | Act1 Scene2 |
| the sin of fests, | drunken adultery | Act1 Scene2 |
| I was begot in | impudent wine and ust | Act1 Scene2 |
| I love thy mischief | well but I hate thee | Act1 Scene2 |
| Women must not be trusted | with their own | Act1 Scene2 |
| hate all | I! | Act1 Scene2 |
| A bastard by nature should make cuckolds | because he is the con of a cuckold maker. | Act1 Scene2 |
| am I far | enough from myself? | Act1 Scene3 |
| let blushes dwell | i'the country | Act1 Scene3 |
| let me blush inward that this immodest season may not | spy that scholar in my cheeks | Act1 Scene3 |
| if Time had so much hair | I should take him for Time, he is so near kin to this present minute. | Act1 Scene3 |
| Gold though it be dumb | does utter best thanks. | Act1 Scene3 |
| How dost sweet musk-cat? | When shal we lie together? | Act1 Scene3 |
| A bone | setter | Act1 Scene3 |
| notable | bluntness | Act1 Scene3 |
| surrenders of a | thousand virgins | Act1 Scene3 |
| fruit fields | turned to bastards | Act1 Scene3 |
| uncles are adulterous with their neices | brothers wit brothers' wives | Act1 Scene3 |
| Oh hour of | incest! | Act1 Scene3 |
| if anything be damned | it will be twelve o'clock at night | Act1 Scene3 |
| Judas of | the hours | Act1 Scene3 |
| the eternal | eye | Act1 Scene3 |
| but let this | talk glide | Act1 Scene3 |
| disease o' | the mother | Act1 Scene3 |
| tell some woman a secret over night, | Your doctor may find it in the urinal i' the morning; | Act1 Scene3 |
| I am past my depth in lust | and I must swim or drown | Act1 Scene3 |
| In troth my lord I'd be | revenged and marry her. | Act1 Scene3 |
| Marriage is good; | yet rather keep a friend | Act1 Scene3 |
| Give me my bed by steath- | there's true delight; | Act1 Scene3 |
| What breed a loathing | in't but night by night? | Act1 Scene3 |
| bewitch | her ears | Act1 Scene3 |
| honesty is like a stock | of money laid to sleep | Act1 Scene3 |
| We may laugh | at the simple age within him | Act1 Scene3 |
| A pretty- | perfumed villain! | Act1 Scene3 |
| mere impossible that | a mother by any gifts should become a bawd | Act1 Scene3 |
| 'cause I love | swearing- | Act1 Scene3 |
| I've eaten | noble poison | Act1 Scene3 |
| Swear me to foul | my sister! | Act1 Scene3 |
| Sword I durst make a romise of | him to thee, | Act1 Scene3 |
| try the faith | of both; | Act1 Scene3 |
| Better to die virtuous | than live dishonoured | Act1 Scene4 |
| She's made her name | an empress by that act | Act1 Scene4 |
| full of | fraud and flattery | Act1 Scene4 |
| Judgement in this | age is kin to favour | Act1 Scene4 |
| Judgement speak all in gold | and spare the blood of such a serpent | Act1 Scene4 |
| will stick rusty | and shame the blade | Act1 Scene4 |
| tomb | of pearl | Act1 Scene4 |
| Were not sin rich | there would be fewer sinners. | Act2 Scene1 |
| mouth | to mouth with you | Act2 Scene1 |
| show his teeth | in your cmpany | Act2 Scene1 |
| bear to him that figure of my hate | upon thy cheek, whilst tis yet hot | Act2 Scene1 |
| sweetest | box | Act2 Scene1 |
| A siren's | tongue could not bewitch her so | Act2 Scene1 |
| a thousand angels | can | Act2 Scene1 |
| you took great pains for her once, | once when it was, let her requite it now. | Act2 Scene1 |
| this over | come me! | Act2 Scene1 |
| We are so weak | there words can over throw us | Act2 Scene1 |
| she's | unmothered | Act2 Scene1 |
| 'tis no shame to be bad, | because tis common | Act2 Scene1 |
| forget | heavn | Act2 Scene1 |
| enchant | our sex | Act2 Scene1 |
| If she still be chaste | i'll ne'er call her mine | Act2 Scene1 |
| spoke | truer that you meant it | Act2 Scene1 |
| celestial | soldiers guard her heart | Act2 Scene1 |
| virginity is | paradise, locked up | Act2 Scene1 |
| Pray did | you seemy mother? | Act2 Scene1 |
| Honesty? | tis but heavens beggar | Act2 Scene1 |
| Pleasure of | the palace | Act2 Scene1 |
| hurry, hurry, | hurry | Act2 Scene1 |
| Ay, to | the devil! | Act2 Scene1 |
| Lose but a | pearl | Act2 Scene1 |
| Do you not see her? | She's too inward then | Act2 Scene1 |
| Oh angels | clap your wings upon the skies and give this virgin crystal plaudities! | Act2 Scene1 |
| more uncivil, | more unnatural | Act2 Scene1 |
| Why does heaven not turn | black or with a frown Undo the word? | Act2 Scene1 |
| Were't not for gold and | women there would be no damnation | Act2 Scene1 |
| the hooks | to catch at man | Act2 Scene1 |
| the deepest art | to study man | Act2 Scene2 |
| rubbed hell | o'er with honey? | Act2 Scene2 |
| that's good manners my lord; | the mother for her age must go formost you know. | Act2 Scene2 |
| Was cold and chaste, save her mother's breath | did blow fire on her cheeks | Act2 Scene2 |
| Great men were gods | if beggars could not kill 'em. | Act2 Scene2 |
| the pen of his | bastard writes him cuckold! | Act2 Scene2 |
| I'll damn you in your pleasure; | prcious deed! | Act2 Scene2 |
| This night, this hour | -this minute, now- | Act2 Scene2 |
| stong poison | eats into the Duke your father's forehead. | Act2 Scene2 |
| take | 'em twisted | Act2 Scene3 |
| villain! | strumpet! | Act2 Scene3 |
| I have great sins, I must have days | , Nay months dear son, | Act2 Scene3 |
| You little dreamed his | father slept here? | Act2 Scene3 |
| thy death | shall thank me better | Act2 Scene3 |
| our hate and | love be woven so subtly | Act2 Scene3 |
| unpardonable, black | wicked and unnatural | Act2 Scene3 |
| Here's not | step-mother's wit | Act2 Scene3 |
| My wrath like | flaming wax hath spent itself | Act2 Scene3 |
| envy with a poor | thin cover o'er it | Act2 Scene3 |
| Like scarlet | hid in lawn | Act2 Scene3 |
| Many a beauty have | i turned to poison | Act2 Scene3 |
| My hairs are white | and yet my sins are green | Act2 Scene3 |
| The duchess' sons are | to poud to bleed | Act3 Scene1 |
| The falling of one head | lifts up another | Act3 Scene1 |
| Oh liberty thou sweet and heavenly dame! | But hell, for prison, is too mild a name! | Act3 Scene2 |
| privately | as he may | Act3 Scene3 |
| commend us to the | scaffold in our tears | Act3 Scene3 |
| Not five and thirty year | like a bankrupt, I think so! | Act3 Scene4 |
| Be merry, hang merry, | draw and quarter merry, I'll be mad! | Act3 Scene4 |
| strange that a man should lie | in a whole month for a woman? | Act3 Scene4 |
| Suffer? | I'll suffer you be gone | Act3 Scene4 |
| prepare | to die. | Act3 Scene4 |
| Your hope's | s fruitless as a barren woman | Act3 Scene4 |
| grief swum in | their eyes | Act3 Scene4 |
| oh let me venm | their souls with curses | Act3 Scene4 |
| sweet sport which the world approves; | I die for that which every woman loves. | Act3 Scene4 |
| Oh sweet, delectable, | rare, happy, ravishing! | Act3 Scene5 |
| Thinking my outward shape | and inward heart are cut from one piece | Act3 Scene5 |
| wherein' | tis night at noon | Act3 Scene5 |
| dreadfully | digested | Act3 Scene5 |
| violence of my joy | forgot it | Act3 Scene5 |
| 'Tis common | to be common | Act3 Scene5 |
| that has forgot now | to dissemble | Act3 Scene5 |
| chide myself | for doting on her beauty | Act3 Scene5 |
| In sinful baths of milk, | when many an infant starves | Act3 Scene5 |
| You decieve men | but cannot deceive worms | Act3 Scene5 |
| What fails in poison | we'll supply in steal | Act3 Scene5 |
| constan | vengence | Act3 Scene5 |
| quaintness of thy malice | above thought | Act3 Scene5 |
| she's somewhat a | grave look with her | Act3 Scene5 |
| In the gravest looks | the greatest faults seem less | Act3 Scene5 |
| Royal villain | white devil! | Act3 Scene5 |
| the skull of Gloriana, whom | you poisondest last. | Act3 Scene5 |
| Treason, treason, treason! | Stamping on him. | Act3 Scene5 |
| kiss closer, | not like a slobbering Dutchman | Act3 Scene5 |
| stick thy soul | with ulcers | Act3 Scene5 |
| Is there hell | besides this, villains? | Act3 Scene5 |
| Nail down | his tongue | Act3 Scene5 |
| such a bitter | sweetness fate has given | Act3 Scene5 |
| Forget him | or I'll poison him | Act3 Scene5 |
| The brook is | turned to blood | Act3 Scene5 |
| 'Tis state, in music | for a duke to bleed | Act3 Scene5 |
| As fast they peep | up let's cut 'em down | Act3 Scene5 |
| like you brains then; | ne'er to come out as long as you lived | Act3 Scene6 |
| it shall be as easy | for you to be duke as to be honest | Act3 Scene6 |
| Ha!Ha | ! Excellent! | Act3 Scene6 |
| sorrows are so fluent | our eyes o'erflow our tongues | Act3 Scene6 |
| loudly heard | cannot be distinguished | Act3 Scene6 |
| Oh! Alive! In health! Released! | Confusion | Act3 Scene6 |
| Oh death and vengence! | Hell and torments! | Act3 Scene6 |
| Plagues! Confusions! | Darkness! Devils! | Act3 Scene6 |
| Mock of | thy head? | Act3 Scene6 |
| there is nothing sure in mortality | than mortality | Act3 Scene6 |
| Come throw off | clouds brother | Act3 Scene6 |
| if neglect in him | breed discontent in you | Act4 Scene1 |
| I was within | a stroke of death | Act4 Scene1 |
| perpetual | prisoner | Act4 Scene1 |
| Faith | to curse fates | Act4 Scene1 |
| discontent and want is the | best clay to mould a villain of | Act4 Scene1 |
| How strangley does himself | work to undo him. | Act4 Scene1 |
| Slaves are but nails | to drive out one another. | Act4 Scene1 |
| has a humour, | or such a toy, about him | Act4 Scene1 |
| How that great | villain puts me to my shifts | Act4 Scene2 |
| only diedst | with grief | Act4 Scene2 |
| once tripped | we fall forever | Act4 Scene2 |
| string myself | with a heavy sounding wire | Act4 Scene2 |
| Merry | things sadly | Act4 Scene2 |
| nimble | and desperate tongues! | Act4 Scene2 |
| a usuring father to be boiling in hell | and his son and heir with a whore dancing over him | Act4 Scene2 |
| I'm sure the whore will | be liked well enough! | Act4 Scene2 |
| damned indeed | than damned in colours | Act4 Scene2 |
| 'Tas been my want | so long tis now my scoff. | Act4 Scene2 |
| disgraced you | and injured us much | Act4 Scene2 |
| trampled beneath his throat | spurned him and bruised | Act4 Scene2 |
| Has not heaven an ear? | Is all the lightning waisted? | Act4 Scene2 |
| He shall | not live to see the moon change | Act4 Scene2 |
| I'll see | him bleed myself | Act4 Scene2 |
| To bring him | hither that's already here | Act4 Scene2 |
| It does betoken courage, | thou shouldst be valiant and kill thine enimies | Act4 Scene2 |
| That's my | hope lord. | Act4 Scene2 |
| He's not in case | now to be seen my lord | Act4 Scene2 |
| impudent and wicked | should not be cloven as he stood | Act4 Scene2 |
| this was | wisely carried | Act4 Scene2 |
| Is there no thunder left, or is't kept up | In stock for heavier vengence? | Act4 Scene2 |
| conjure that base devil | out of our mother | Act4 Scene2 |
| Shame | heaped upon shame! | Act4 Scene3 |
| That breast | is turned to quarled poison | Act4 Scene4 |
| shell of mother | breeds a bawd | Act4 Scene4 |
| that women | should dissemble when they die? | Act4 Scene4 |
| soiled | with slander | Act4 Scene4 |
| Oh hell | unto my soul. | Act4 Scene4 |
| base | metal | Act4 Scene4 |
| Wet will make | iron blush and change to red | Act4 Scene4 |
| sweet | shower | Act4 Scene4 |
| The fruiful grounds and meadows | of her soul has been long dry | Act4 Scene4 |
| this shower | has made you higher | Act4 Scene4 |
| Take this infectious | spot out of my soul! | Act4 Scene4 |
| weep is to our | sex naturally give, but to weep truly- that's a gift from heaven | Act4 Scene4 |
| To have her train borne up | and her soul trail i' the dirt | Act4 Scene4 |
| Break ice in one place | it will crack in more | Act4 Scene4 |
| Our hearts wear feathers | that before wore lead | Act4 Scene4 |
| what fury | did transport me | Act4 Scene4 |
| to prostitute | my breast to the duke's son | Act4 Scene4 |
| I am, as you, | e'en out of marble wrought | Act4 Scene4 |
| on your blessing | to be a cursed woman! | Act4 Scene4 |
| Sons set in storms | and daughters lose their lights | Act4 Scene4 |
| heavenly intellectual fire with in thee | oh let my revive it to a flame. | Act4 Scene4 |
| deny advancment, treasure, | the duke's son? | Act4 Scene4 |
| young courtiers | they are sure to be old beggars | Act4 Scene4 |
| twine about | your neck | Act4 Scene4 |
| A virgins honour is a crystal tower | which being weak is guarded with good spirits | Act4 Scene4 |
| be thou a glass for maids, | and I for mothers | Act4 Scene4 |
| flesh-flies after him that will | buzz against supper time, and hum for his coming out | Act5 Scene1 |
| slain him | over his father's breast! | Act5 Scene1 |
| oh I'm mad to lose | such a sweet opportunity. | Act5 Scene1 |
| Death rot | thse few! | Act5 Scene1 |
| 'Tis a good | child he calls his father slave! | Act5 Scene1 |
| let him | reel to hell | Act5 Scene1 |
| being so full of liquor | I fear he will put out all the fire | Act5 Scene1 |
| he that dies drunk | falls into hell like a bucket 'o water; qush, qush. | Act5 Scene1 |
| strange | spectacle | Act5 Scene1 |
| father | Act5 Scene1 | |
| his lips are | gnawn with poison! | Act5 Scene1 |
| Oh villain-oh rogue- | oh slave-oh rascal! | Act5 Scene1 |
| Old | dad dead? | Act5 Scene1 |
| Bear him | straight to execution. | Act5 Scene1 |
| the excuse may be | called half the murder | Act5 Scene1 |
| who would not lie | when men are hanged for truth? | Act5 Scene1 |
| Welcome | sweet titles! | Act5 Scene1 |
| I shine with tears | like the sun in April | Act5 Scene1 |
| Then heavens give me grace | to be so | Act5 Scene1 |
| Griefs lift up joys, | feasts put down funerals. | Act5 Scene1 |
| In this time of revels | tricks may be set afoot. | Act5 Scene1 |
| And do you think | then to be duke, kind brother? | Act5 Scene1 |
| drop one, | and there lies t'other. | Act5 Scene1 |
| We cannot | justly be revenged too much. | Act5 Scene2 |
| Let our hid flames | break out as fire | Act5 Scene2 |
| of all their joys | they shall sigh blood! | Act5 Scene2 |
| We are | for pleasure; | Act5 Scene3 |
| Thou hast comitted treason!- | A blazing star! | Act5 Scene3 |
| When stars where locks | they threaten great men's heads. | Act5 Scene3 |
| 'tis my hope lord | that you shall ne'er die. | Act5 Scene3 |
| Mark; thunder! | Dost know thy cue, thou big-voiced crier? | Act5 Scene3 |
| When thunder claps, | heaven likes the tragedy. | Act5 Scene3 |
| Pistols, treason | , murder, help, guard! | Act5 Scene3 |
| Those in the | masque did murder us. | Act5 Scene3 |
| New | marrow! | Act5 Scene3 |
| He that climbs highest | has the greatest fall. | Act5 Scene3 |
| 'twas Vindice murdered thee! | Murdered thy father! and I am he! | Act5 Scene3 |
| somewhat | wittily carried | Act5 Scene3 |
| Twas we two that | murdered him! | Act5 Scene3 |
| You that would murder him | would murder me! | Act5 Scene3 |
| Tis time to die | when we ouselves are foes. | Act5 Scene3 |
| Are we | not revenged? | Act5 Scene3 |
| time will make the | muderer bring forth himself | Act5 Scene3 |
| our mother turned, | our sister true, we die after a nest of dukes! Adieu. | Act5 Scene3 |
| Pray heaven their blood may | wash away all treason. | Act5 Scene3 |
| royal | lecher | Act1 Scene1 |
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