Lodovico Monologue from The White Devil

From The White Devil by John Webster

male · dark · 43 sec

Banish'd! (Ant: It griev'd me much to hear the sentence.) Ha, ha, O Democritus, thy gods That govern the whole world! courtly reward And punishment. Fortune 's a right whore: If she give aught, she deals it in small parcels, That she may take away all at one swoop. This 'tis to have great enemies! God 'quite them. Your wolf no longer seems to be a wolf Than when she 's hungry. (Gas: You term those enemies, Are men of princely rank.) Oh, I pray for them: The violent thunder is adored by those Are pasht in pieces by it.

Rehearse Lodovico's monologue

Run it out loud with a spotlight that follows your voice, line by line, until it's off the page. Free to start, no credit card.

Rehearse free Get started free