from Titus Andronicus.
Aaron The Moor's last speech before he is hanged.
I love it and I don't know why.
I did it a couple times without recording it because I felt like it and those ones had more sensitive dynamics than when I decided to record it. OH WELL.
WILL TOTALLY SCRAPS BY TOMORROW AS THIS IS JUST DUMB AND QUICK
The text <3
LUCIUS
Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?
AARON
Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse,--
Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
As kill a man, or else devise his death,
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,
Set deadly enmity between two friends,
Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
WHAT IS IT WITH SHAKESMAN AND MAKING THE TERRIBLE PEOPLE IN HIS PLAYS SO CHARMING?!
Aaron The Moor's last speech before he is hanged.
I love it and I don't know why.
I did it a couple times without recording it because I felt like it and those ones had more sensitive dynamics than when I decided to record it. OH WELL.
WILL TOTALLY SCRAPS BY TOMORROW AS THIS IS JUST DUMB AND QUICK
The text <3
LUCIUS
Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?
AARON
Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse,--
Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
As kill a man, or else devise his death,
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,
Set deadly enmity between two friends,
Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
WHAT IS IT WITH SHAKESMAN AND MAKING THE TERRIBLE PEOPLE IN HIS PLAYS SO CHARMING?!
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"If one good Deed in all my life I did,
I do repent it from my very Soule."
Just read a bit about it on Wikipedia, since I never really studied it (tho I was supposed to at university, but even the first few pages were enough to turn me off, so I stopped). Can't say I'm too well-impressed by it, not in a positive way anyhow. I'm more into when Shakespeare explores human nature in more depth, like King Lear and Othello.
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