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“Tis Pity She’s a Whore”

Think about the quotations below and what they suggest about character, themes,
language, imagery and/or dramatic effect. Images of the ‘heart’ and ‘revenge’
permeate the play.

Act scene 1
Giovanni: Shall then, for that I am her brother born
My Joys be ever banished from her bed?

Giovanni: Must I not do what all men else may – love?

Friar: Hast thou left the schools

Of knowledge, to converse with lust and death?

Act 1 Scene 2
Annabella: …see what blessed shape
Of some celestial creature now appears?

Giovanni: Tis not, I know,

My lust, but ‘tis my fate that leads me on.

Giovanni: Rip up my bosom; there thou shalt behold

A heart in which is writ the truth I speak

Giovanni: I have asked counsel of the holy Church,

Who tells me I may love you

Act 1 scene 3
Florio: I would not have thee marry wealth, but love

Act 2 Scene 1
Putana: …if a young wench feel the fit upon her, let her take anybody, father or
brother, all is one.

Act 2 scene2
Hippolita: Revenge shall sweeten what my griefs have tasted.

Act 2 scene 4
Bergetto: I will marry you in spit of your teeth. (whether you like it or not, but it still
sounds humorous to the audience)

Act 2 scene 5
Friar: Peace! Thou hast told a tale whose every word
Threatens eternal slaughter to the soul
Act 3 scene2
Soranzo: Did you but see my heart, then you would swear –
Annabella: That you were dead.

Act 3 scene 3
Giovanni: O me,
I have a world of business in my head.
(When he finds out Annabella is pregnant.

Act 3 scene 6
Richardetto: So, if this hit, I’ll laugh and hug revenge

The Friar: …there lies the wanton

On racks of burning steel, whiles in his soul
He feels the torment of his raging lust

Act 4 scene 1
Vasques: Foolish woman, thou art now like a firebrand. That hath kindled others and
burnt thyself. (To Hippolita and revelling in her self-destruction)

The Friar: I fear the event: that marriage seldom’s good,

Where the bride-banquet so begins in blood.

Act 4 scene 3
Soranzo: Come, strumpet, famous whore!

Annabella: ‘twas not for love

I chose you, but for honour

Soranzo: Not know it, strumpet! I’ll rip up thy heart

And find it there. (anticipating Annabella’s fate)

Soranzo: My reason tells me now that ‘tis as common

To err in frailty as to be a woman.

Soranzo: I carry hell about me: all my blood

Is fired in swift revenge.

Act 5 scene 5
Annabella: What means this?
Giovanni: To save thy fame, and kill thee in a kiss.
Thus die and die by me, and by my hand.
Revenge is mine; honour doth love command

Giovanni: Tis a heart,

A heart, my Lords, in which is mine entombed

The Cardinal’s judgement: Of one so young, so rich in Nature’s store,

Who could say not say, ‘Tis pity she’s a whore?