Flamineo Monologue from The White Devil

From The White Devil by John Webster

male · dark · 50 sec

Stop her mouth With a sweet kiss, my lord. So, Now the tide 's turn'd, the vessel 's come about. He 's a sweet armful. Oh, we curl-hair'd men Are still most kind to women! This is well. (Brach: That you should chide thus!) Oh, sir, your little chimneys Do ever cast most smoke! I sweat for you. Couple together with as deep a silence, As did the Grecians in their wooden horse. My lord, supply your promises with deeds; You know that painted meat no hunger feeds. (Brach: Stay, ungrateful Rome----) Rome! it deserve to be call'd Barbary, For our villainous usage.

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