Come Not Between The Dragon And His

Tam: What Begg’st Thou Then? Fond Woman, Let Me Go. Lav: ’tis Present Death I Beg; And One Thing More That Womanhood Denies My Tongue To Tell. O! Keep Me From Their Worse Than Killing Lust, And Tumble Me Into Some Loathsome Pit, Where Never Man’s Eye May Behold My Body: Do This, And Be A Charitable Murderer. Tam: So Should I Rob My Sweet Sons Of Their Fee: No, Let Them Satisfy Their Lust On Thee. Dem: Away! For Thou Hast Stay’d Us Here Too Long. Lav: No Grace! No Womanhood! Ah, Beastly Creature, The Blot And Enemy To Our General Name. Confusion Fall—

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

You Are Thought Here To The Most Senseless And Fit Man For The Job.

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.

I Do Know When The Blood Burns, How Prodigal The Soul Lends The Tongue Vows.