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Shakespearian Curse

5/29/2017

 


​Oh woman woman woman, thou treacherous fiend

feeding on the kindness of noble and loving souls

for what is a man but a knave for fulfillment of his desires

oh fie, oh fie
 
pity for thy absent valiant reason

tears fall for thy deserted calming wisdom, 

for thee has none but lost them all for impudent love, 

a lust thou has casted to thy appetite.

Heavens shed no mercy for fools like thee, 

a clearing mind taken prisoner by hot passions,

devils may laugh but help thee not,

for thee are truly abandoned, friendless, left alone to die

a thousand more cries would not lift a tiny stone

alack alack, a storm approaching

must be some nymphs touched by my fearful fate

send here a purge to drown my lungs

in rescue a servant from purgatory pain.

To die I shall, for I am my gods servants

In parting time I wish to some ungrateful fiend:

endure all pains of torture can least smooth my hate

be thy soul inflame by all hell’s fire, thy family spiting at thy faulty skin;

thy friends cursing death at thy sight; fools that loved thee betray thee in justice! 

Thou fiend! By revelation of thy monstrous nature may my curse be true

Here die, die! 

My gods summon me, defy must I not

All my hatred will dissolve in this mighty water

but my blessed curse shall be.



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