Flamineo Monologue from The White Devil

From The White Devil by John Webster

male · sarcastic · 1:10 min

Let her not go to church, but, like a hound In leon, at your heels. (Cam: 'Twere for her honour.) And so you should be certain in one fortnight, Despite her chastity or innocence, To be cuckolded, which yet is in suspense: This is my counsel, and I ask no fee for 't. (Cam: Come, you know not where my nightcap wrings me.) Wear it a' th' old fashion; let your large ears come through, it will be more easy--nay, I will be bitter--bar your wife of her entertainment: women are more willingly and more gloriously chaste, when they are least restrained of their liberty. It seems you would be a fine capricious, mathematically jealous coxcomb; take the height of your own horns with a Jacob's staff, afore they are up. These politic enclosures for paltry mutton, makes more rebellion in the flesh, than all the provocative electuaries doctors have uttered since last jubilee.

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