My Life, the Theater, and Other Tragedies by Zadoff, Allen -- Read -- Imperial Library of Trantor

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FRONT COVER TITLE PAGE COPYRIGHT PAGE SPECIAL THANKS EPIGRAPH PAGE CONTENTS SINCE NIGHT YOU LEFT ME. UP AND DOWN, UP AND DOWN. TOO HIGH TO BE ENTHRALL’D TO LOW THAT WAY GOES THE GAME. COME, TEARS, CONFOUND. WHERE THE BOLT OF CUPID FELL. I MAY HIDE MY FACE. SPIRITS OF ANOTHER SORT. SORROW’S HEAVINESS DOTH HEAVIER GROW. SHE, SWEET LADY, DOTES, DEVOUTLY DOTES. SUMMER STILL DOTH TEND UPON MY STATE. I WILL PURGE THY MORTAL GROSSNESS. ASK ME NOT. REHEARSE MOST OBSCENELY AND COURAGEOUSLY. IS THERE NO PLAY? I AM SICK WHEN I DO LOOK ON THEE. SINCE NIGHT YOU LOVED ME. THE VILLAIN IS MUCH LIGHTER-HEEL’D THAN I. LOOK, HERE COMES HELENA. I AM AMAZED AT YOUR PASSIONATE WORDS. WE SLEEP, WE DREAM. THE MOST LAMENTABLE COMEDY. TRUST ME, SWEET. THOUGHTS AND DREAMS AND SIGHS. SPEAK THOU NOW. SHE HATH BLESSED AND ATTRACTIVE EYES. THIS IS THE WOMAN, BUT NOT THIS THE MAN. LET ME QUIET GO. YOU WOULD NOT MAKE ME SUCH AN ARGUMENT. SEEKING SWEET FAVOURS. TRAGICAL, MY NOBLE LORD, IT IS. I WILL GO WITH THEE. I DO QUAKE WITH FEAR. LET US LISTEN TO THE MOON. HELENA, ADIEU. LOVERS AND MADMEN HAVE SUCH SEETHING BRAINS. IN CHOICE HE IS SO OFT BEGUILED. I DO HEAR THE MORNING LARK. THAT NIGHT WE PLAY OUR PLAY. QUICK BRIGHT THINGS. BEHIND UNSEEN. THE STORY SHALL BE CHANGED. THEY WILLFULLY THEMSELVES EXILE FROM LIGHT. IT IS NOT NIGHT WHEN I DO SEE YOUR FACE.

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