Justice League, a monologue:
“Me miserable! which way I fly
Infinite Wrath, and infinite despair?
Which way I flie is hell; my self am Hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep
Still threatening to devour me opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav’n.
O then at last relent: Is there no place
Left for Repentence, none for Pardon Left?
None but by submission; and that word
disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame
Among the spirits beneath, whom I seduc’d
ith other promises and other vaunts
Then to submit, boasting I could subdue
th’ Omnipotent. Ay me, they little know
How dearly I abide that boast to vain,
Under what torments inwardly I groan:
Whil they adore me on the Throne of Hell,
With Diadem and Scepter high advanc’t
The lower still I fall, only supreme
In miserie; such joy ambition finds.”
Later, a critic exits his theater:
“So farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear,
Farewell Remorse; all Good to me is lost;
Evil be thou my good.”
-Christopher Zumski Finke
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