Monologue

Duchess Monologue from The Duchess of Malfi

From The Duchess of Malfi by John Webster

female · dark · 42 sec

Your arm, Antonio: do I not grow fat? I am exceeding short-winded.--Bosola, I would have you, sir, provide for me a litter; Such a one as the Duchess of Florence rode in. (BOSOLA: The duchess us'd one when she was great with child.) I think she did.--Come hither, mend my ruff: Here, when? thou art such a tedious lady; and Thy breath smells of lemon-pills: would thou hadst done! Shall I swoon under thy fingers? I am So troubled with the mother! (41) BOSOLA. (Aside.) I fear too much.

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