Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Antipholus of Syracuse:



O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears.
Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote;
Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs,
And as a bed I'll take them and there lie,
And in that glorious supposition think
He gains by death that hath such means to die;
Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink!

Comedy of Errors -excerpt-

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ahhh words that weave the tale, images that rule the mind and body. One perfect moment can define the entire play........

~His Angel~

Anonymous said...

Hey! It is good to hear from you again! Sorry to hear you jave been msn'd - I cannot see why they should have picked on you though it happened to another of my correspondents a while ago who showed naked girls with tattoos.I have considered using Blogger, as opposed to msn and will now be able to monitor the situation via this blog of yours- if that is alright. I do hope you find time to "catch up" and will keep visiting my space anyway. X Vicky X