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"Who doth molest my contemplation?"

[This is how I'm going to answer the phone from now on.]

If there were reason for these miseries,
Then into limits could I bind my woes

AARON
Why, then, it seems, some certain snatch or so
Would serve your turns.
CHIRON
Ay, so the turn were served.
DEMETRIUS
Aaron, thou hast hit it.
AARON
Would you had hit it too!

[Me reading the words "snatch" and "hit it" and reflexively snickering at reading modern innuendo into it, and then realizing they're about to plan a rape and being like 😳😳😳😳😳]

Gotta say, as a former goth, all this Goth talk is giving me a very interesting image in my mind's eye of the play being performed. Tamora up there with Siouxsie hair, a black crown inlaid with rubies, black Morticia dress…bunch of others hovering around her in pleather pants and spiked collars…Bauhaus playing in the background.

Ok, maybe I need to direct a modern adaptation. Sans the upcoming cannibalism and rape.