|English 366B, Section S02: Shakespeare's Histories and Tragedies > Macbeth: Marlowe and Kyd|
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?—
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.—
Her lips suck forth my soul: see where it flies!—
Come Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.
I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sacked;
And will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colors on my plumed crest:
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
And then return to Helen for a kiss.
Oh thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appeared to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa’s azured arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour.
(Doctor Faustus, 5.1.109-127)
O eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears;|
O life, no life, but lively form of death;
O world, no world, but mass of public wrongs,
Confused and filled with murder and misdeeds.
O sacred heavens! If this unhallowed deed,
If this inhuman and barbarous attempt,
If this incomparable murder thus
Of mine, but now no more my son,
Shall unrevealed and unrevenged pass,
How should we term your dealings to be just,
If you unjustly deal with those that in your justice trust?
(The Spanish Tragedy, 3.2.1-11)