Monologue

Ferdinand Monologue from The Duchess of Malfi

From The Duchess of Malfi by John Webster

male · dark · 42 sec

Now hear me: You live in a rank pasture, here, i' the court; There is a kind of honey-dew that 's deadly; 'T will poison your fame; look to 't. Be not cunning; For they whose faces do belie their hearts Are witches ere they arrive at twenty years, Ay, and give the devil suck. (DUCHESS: This is terrible good counsel.) Hypocrisy is woven of a fine small thread, Subtler than Vulcan's engine: (20) yet, believe 't, Your darkest actions, nay, your privat'st thoughts, Will come to light.

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