I meant it at the time, but then Scott Lange sent me the production photos and they are SO GOOD and I love them.
Sarah Stark took them during a performance at the Dogstory Theater in Grand Rapids.
I’ve added text to give some general idea of where they were in the script, but no guarantees that I got the exact right moment.
Cardinal, his brother Chris S. Teller
Delio, his friend Kathleen Bode
Katherine, Scott, Chris, and Sean open the show with “I’m Just a Girl”
People gossiping about each other in court.
Be sure you entertain that Bosola / For your intelligence. I would not be seen in’t.
Marry! They are most luxurious / Will wed twice.
I would have you give o’er these chargeable revels. / A visor and a mask are whispering-rooms / That were never built for goodness.
Let old wives report I wink’d and chose a husband.
I am going into a wilderness, / Where I shall find nor path nor friendly clue / To be my guide.
What do you think of marriage?
The misery of us that are born great! / We are forc’d to woo, because none dare woo us.
Truth speak for me. / I will remain the constant sanctuary / Of your good name.
Bless, heaven, this sacred gordian, which let violence / Never untwine !
Sure I did hear a woman shriek.
I would not now / Find you inconstant.
Who’s that?
Read there, a sister damn’d : she ‘s loose i’ the hilts.
Come. Put yourself / In tune.
What pleasure can two lovers find in sleep?
I’ll stop your mouth.
For know, whether I am doom’d to live or die, I can do both like a prince.
therefore use all means I never may have knowledge of thy name
The place that you must fly to is Ancona.
I know not which is best, 80 To see you dead, or part with you.
Here ‘s a hand / To which you have vow’d much love.
Mad folk dance.
Didst thou ever see a lark in a cage ? Such is the soul in the body.
I am quick with child!
Let me see her face / Again.
She stirs; here’s life
Return, fair soul, from darkness, and lead mine / Out of this sensible hell.
What think you of my hope of reconcilement To the Arragonian brethren?
To drive six snails before me from this town to Moscow
Force him up.
Can you fetch a frisk, sir?
Doctor, he did not fear you throughly.
Come, come, I ’11 disarm you, And arm you thus.
Know you me, I am a blunt soldier.
What’s the matter?
You have conceal’d for me as great a sin / As adultery.
O foolish woman, Couldst thou not have poison’d him?
I have honours in store for thee.
Shall I go sue to Fortune any longer?
Now the echo hath caught you.
My duchess is asleep now, And her little ones, I hope sweetly
O, misfortune!
Antonio ! The man I would have sav’d ‘bove mine own life.
They are out of thy howling.
My brother fight upon the adverse party !
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