Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet <\/em>(1591-95)<\/p>\n Benvolio. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.<\/p>\n Mercutio. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a\u00a0kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to\u00a0be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy; Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, Bon jour<\/em>, there’s a French salutation to your French slop\u2026 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (II.iii.32\u00ad\u201340)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Marston, The Dutch Courtesan<\/em> (c. 1604)\u2014Moll\u2019s defense of prostitutes:<\/p>\n \u2026Fish that must needs bite or themselves be bitten, And Cockledemoy: \u201cI must have the salmon, too\u201d (3.3.109).<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Beaumont and Fletcher, The Woman Hater <\/em>(1607)<\/p>\n Laz.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thither must I to see my Loves face, the caste Virgin head Laz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2026Shew me but any Lady in the Court, IV.iii:<\/p>\n Laz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Boy, whereabouts are we?<\/p>\n Boy\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sir, by all tokens this is the house, bawdy I am sure, by the broken windows, the Fish head is within; if ye dare venture, here you may surprise it.<\/p>\n [\u2026]<\/p>\n Laz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I will go in and live; pretend some love to the Gentlewoman, screw my self in affection, and so be satisfied\u2026 only my appetite shall go along with me, arm\u2019d with whose strength, I fearless will attempt the greatest danger dare oppose my fury: I am resolv\u2019d where ever that thou art; most sacred dish, hid from unhallow\u2019d eyes, to find thee out. Boy.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sir, you may save yourself this long voyage, and take a shorter cur: you have forgot your self, the fish head\u2019s here, your own imaginations have made you mad.<\/p>\n [\u2026]<\/p>\n Laz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The looks of my sweet love are fair, Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (1591-95) Benvolio. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Mercutio. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a\u00a0kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to\u00a0be-rhyme her; Dido a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"episode_type":"","audio_file":"","cover_image":"","cover_image_id":"","duration":"","filesize":"","date_recorded":"","explicit":"","block":"","filesize_raw":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/271"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=271"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/271\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":289,"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/271\/revisions\/289"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=271"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=271"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=271"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nSuch hungry things as these may soon be took
\nWith a worm fast\u2019ned on a golden hook;
\nThose are the lecher\u2019s food, his prey.\u00a0\u00a0 (III.i.97\u2013100)<\/p>\n
\nOf a dear Fish, yet pure and undeflowered,
\nNot known of man no rough bred countrey hand,
\nHath once toucht thee, no Pandars withered paw,
\nNor an un-napkin\u2019d Lawyers greasie fist,
\nHath once slubbered thee: no Ladies supple hand,
\nWash\u2019d o\u2019er with Urine, hath yet seiz\u2019d on thee
\nWith her two nimble talents: no Court hand,
\nWhom his own natural filth, or change of air,
\nHath bedeck\u2019d with scabs, hath marr\u2019d they whiter frace:
\nOh let it be thought lawful then for me,
\nTo crop the flower of thy Virginity. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (I.iii)<\/p>\n
\nThat hath so full an eye, so sweet a breath,
\nSo soft and white a flesh: this doth not lie
\nIn almond floves, nor ever hath bin washt
\nIn artificiall baths: no traveler
\nThat hath brought doctor home with him, hath dar\u2019d
\nWith all his waters, powders, Fucusses,
\nTo make thy lovely corps sophisticate. (III.iii)<\/p>\n
\nBe\u2019st thou in Hell, rap\u2019t by Proserpina<\/em>,
\nTo be a rival in black Pluto\u2019s <\/em>love;
\nOr mov\u2019st thou in heavens, a form Divine:
\nLashing the lazie Sphear[s],
\nOr if thou be\u2019st return\u2019d to thy first Being,
\nThy mother Sea, there will I seek thee forth.
\nEarth, Air, nor Fire,
\nNor the black shades below shall bar my sight
\nSo daring is my powerful appetite.<\/p>\n
\nFresh and feeding as the air
\n[\u2026]
\nWas never seen so rare a head
\nOf any Fish alive or dead.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"