Sejanus Monologue from Sejanus His Fall

From Sejanus His Fall by Ben Jonson

male · sarcastic · 54 sec

Why, sir, I do not ask you of their urines, Whose smell’s most violet, or whose siege is best, Or who makes hardest faces on her stool? Which lady sleeps with her own face a nights? Which puts her teeth off, with her clothes, in court? Or, which her hair, which her complexion, And, in which box she puts it; These were questions, That might, perhaps, have put your gravity To some defence of blush. But, I enquired, Which was the wittiest, merriest, wantonnest? Harmless intergatories, but conceits.— Methinks Augusta should be most perverse, And froward in her fit.

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