Brachiano Monologue from The White Devil

From The White Devil by John Webster

male · dark · 1:00 min

Nothing! rare! nothing! when I want money, Our treasury is empty, there is nothing: I 'll not be use'd thus. (Vit: Oh, lie still, my lord!) See, see Flamineo, that kill'd his brother, Is dancing on the ropes there, and he carries A money-bag in each hand, to keep him even, For fear of breaking 's neck: and there 's a lawyer, In a gown whipped with velvet, stares and gapes When the money will fall. How the rogue cuts capers! It should have been in a halter. 'Tis there; what 's she? (Flam: Vittoria, my lord.) Ha, ha, ha! her hair is sprinkl'd with orris powder, That makes her look as if she had sinn'd in the pastry. What 's he?

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