— Silvia Federici x
— Adrienne Rich
— Michelle M. Dowd, Genre and Women’s Life Writing in Early Modern England
Market Scene (1569), Pieter Aertsen
— from a book of proverbs, published in Antwerp, 1568
— Jonathan Gil Harris, Sick Economies: Drama, Mercantilism, and Disease in Shakespeare’s England
You have bereft me of all words, lady.
Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she’ll
bereave you o’ the deeds too, if she call your
activity in question.
And suddenly; where injury of chance
Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by
All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips
Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents
Our lock’d embrasures, strangles our dear vows
Even in the birth of our own labouring breath:
We two, that with so many thousand sighs
Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves
With the rude brevity and discharge of one.
Injurious time now with a robber’s haste
Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how:
As many farewells as be stars in heaven,
With distinct breath and consign’d kisses to them,
He fumbles up into a loose adieu,
And scants us with a single famish’d kiss,
Distasted with the salt of broken tears.
—Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida, Act IV, Scene IV
— Patricia A. Parker, Shakespeare from the Margins: Language, Culture, Context
— Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida, Act IV, Scene IV
Aren’t you tired of telling yourself, one day I’ll forget her?
Aren’t you tired of starting fires and burning pictures?