Flamineo Monologue from The White Devil

From The White Devil by John Webster

male · anguished · 49 sec

Oh, what blade is 't? A Toledo, or an English fox? I ever thought a culter should distinguish The cause of my death, rather than a doctor. Search my wound deeper; tent it with the steel That made it. (Vit: Oh, my greatest sin lay in my blood! Now my blood pays for 't.) Th' art a noble sister! I love thee now; if woman do breed man, She ought to teach him manhood. Fare thee well. Know, many glorious women that are fam'd For masculine virtue, have been vicious, Only a happier silence did betide them: She hath no faults, who hath the art to hide them.

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