Din Monologue from The Little French Lawyer: A Comedy

From The Little French Lawyer: A Comedy by Francis Beaumont

any · defiant · 1:18 min

Let me but out, Give me but room to toss my Sword about me, And I will tell you y'are a treacherous woman, O that I had but words! (Lam: They will not serve you.) But two-edg'd words to cut thee; a Lady traytor? Perish by a proud Puppet? I did you too much honour, To tender you my love, too much respected you To think you worthy of my worst embraces. Go take your Groom, and let him dally with you, Your greasie Groom; I scorn to imp your lame stock, You are not fair, nor handsome, I lyed loudly, This tongue abus'd you when it spoke you beauteous. (Lam: 'Tis very well, 'tis brave.) Put out your light, Your lascivious eyes are flames enough For Fools to find you out; a Lady Plotter! Must I begin your sacrifice of mischief? I and my friend, the first-fruits of that bloud, You and your honourable Husband aim at? Crooked and wretched you are both.

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