Wednesday, December 8, 2010
An Open Letter to John Edwards from Shakespeare's Tragic Wives
There's some ill planet reigns. I must be patient till the heavens look with an aspect more favourable.
I know when thou hast stolen away from fairy land, and in the shape of Corin sat all day, playing on pipes of corn, and versing love to amorous Phillida.
Adieu, my lord: I never wish'd to see you sorry; now I trust I shall.
The drink, the drink! I am poison'd!
Hermione, Titania, and Gertrude
The Winter's Tale 2.1.29-31
A Midsummer Night's Dream 2.1.65-8
The Winter's Tale 2.1.147-9