DRAX UNDERSTAND INTERVIEW JOURNALISM!!!
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How the devil Luxury, with his fat rump and
potato-finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!
Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
Made to write 'whore' upon? What committed!…
Heaven stops the nose at it and the moon winks,
Impudent strumpet!
Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
Or else, good night your vow!
Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk-paps,
That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes,
Are not within the leaf of pity writ,
There be some sports are painful, and their labour
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone and most poor matters
Point to rich ends.
O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't!
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed…
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
O, vengeance!
Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty…
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean away from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinuous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
Out, damned spot, out, I say!
A most unhappy gentleman