Monologue

Maria Monologue from A Florentine Tragedy; La Sainte Courtisane

From A Florentine Tragedy; La Sainte Courtisane by Oscar Wilde

female · dramatic · 1:22 min

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Certain and sure, the sprig is Guido Bardi, A lovely lord, a lord whose blood is blue! (BIANCA: But where did he receive you?) Where, but there In yonder palace, in a painted hall!— Painted with naked women on the walls,— Would make a common man or blush or smile But he seemed not to heed them, being a lord. (BIANCA: But how know you ’tis not a chamberlayne, A lackey merely?) Why, how know I there is a God in heaven? Because the angels have a master surely. So to this lord they bowed, all others bowed, And swept the marble flags, doffing their caps, With the gay plumes. Because he stiffly said, And seemed to see me as those folk are seen That will be never seen again by you, ‘Woman, your mistress then returns this purse Of forty thousand crowns, is it fifty thousand? Come name the sum will buy me grace of her.’

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20s · longing · power · identity · betrayal · desire

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