Giov Monologue from The White Devil

From The White Devil by John Webster

male · anguished · 54 sec

What do the dead do, uncle? do they eat, Hear music, go a-hunting, and be merry, As we that live? (Fran: No, coz; they sleep.) Lord, Lord, that I were dead! I have not slept these six nights. When do they wake? (Fran: When God shall please.) Good God, let her sleep ever! For I have known her wake an hundred nights, When all the pillow where she laid her head Was brine-wet with her tears. I am to complain to you, sir; I 'll tell you how they have us'd her now she 's dead: They wrapp'd her in a cruel fold of lead, And would not let me kiss her.

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