Ere I begin, Let me entreat your grace forgo all passion, Which may be raised by my free discourse. (Brach: As silent as i' th' church: you may proceed.) It is a wonder to your noble friends, That you, having as 'twere enter'd the world With a free scepter in your able hand, And having to th' use of nature well applied High gifts of learning, should in your prime age Neglect your awful throne for the soft down Of an insatiate bed. O my lord, The drunkard after all his lavish cups Is dry, and then is sober; so at length, When you awake from this lascivious dream, Repentance then will follow, like the sting Plac'd in the adder's tail. Wretched are princes When fortune blasteth but a petty flower Of their unwieldy crowns, or ravisheth But one pearl from their scepter; but alas! When they to wilful shipwreck lose good fame, All princely titles perish with their name. (Brach: You have said, my lord----) Enough to give you taste How far I am from flattering your greatness.

Monticelso Monologue from The White Devil

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