This is the final play in my short anthology of Renaissance Revenge Tragedies, and it wasn't the best, nor was it the worst. The play was written by Cyril Tourneur, whom I have not heard of before reading this play. I was hoping for a gruesome revenge play where death was everywhere reaping various criminals, but I was sorely displeased. There was some death, and the most notable is of course to the atheist who does himself in by striking an axe into his own skull. And with this axe in his skull he confesses all of his crimes as his brains oozed out, at least I imagined the brains oozing out. The lack of detail allowed my mind to embellish the death.
Other than that this play seemed more of a play about lust than revenge/greed, and the lust in the play seemed out of place. Like it wasn't part of the original idea but thrown in to complicate matters and bring about some death. For a revenge play, or even any play this one did not fit the normal structure of straight revenge but had digressions and other themes going on. The play's structure seemed original to me, but that may mean the writer was disorganized, because the originality did not make the play an better, just more surprising.
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