Monologue

Face Monologue from The Alchemist

From The Alchemist by Ben Jonson

male · comedic · 1:02 min

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Let him go, black boy! And turn thee, that some fresh news may possess thee. A noble count, a don of Spain, my dear Delicious compeer, and my party-bawd, Who is come hither private for his conscience, And brought munition with him, six great slops, Bigger than three Dutch hoys, beside round trunks, Furnished with pistolets, and pieces of eight, Will straight be here, my rogue, to have thy bath, and to make his battery Upon our Dol, our castle, our cinque-port, Our Dover pier, our what thou wilt. Where is she? She must prepare perfumes, delicate linen, The bath in chief, a banquet, and her wit, For she must milk his epididimis. Where is the doxy?

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Face is eagerly preparing for the arrival of a wealthy Spanish nobleman, orchestrating a lavish encounter that involves deception and seduction.

30s · anticipation · desire · power · deception · sexuality

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