Flamineo Monologue from The White Devil

From The White Devil by John Webster

male · dark · 1:10 min

One thing makes it so: they have vowed for ever to wear, next their bare bodies, those coats of mail they served in. (Hort: Hard penance! Is the Moor a Christian?) He is. (Hort: Why proffers he his service to our duke?) Because he understands there 's like to grow Some wars between us and the Duke of Florence, In which he hopes employment. I never saw one in a stern bold look Wear more command, nor in a lofty phrase Express more knowing, or more deep contempt Of our slight airy courtiers As if he travell'd all the princes' courts Of Christendom: in all things strives t' express, That all, that should dispute with him, may know, Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But look'd to near, have neither heat nor light. The duke. Enter Brachiano, Francisco disguised like Mulinassar, Lodovico and Gasparo, bearing their swords, their helmets down, Antonelli, Farnese.

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