Vittoria Corombona Monologue from The White Devil

From The White Devil by John Webster

female · defiant · 1:00 min

Had I foreknown his death, as you suggest, I would have bespoke my mourning. (Mont: Oh, you are cunning!) You shame your wit and judgment, To call it so. What! is my just defence By him that is my judge call'd impudence? Let me appeal then from this Christian court, To the uncivil Tartar. (Mont: See, my lords, She scandals our proceedings.) Humbly thus, Thus low to the most worthy and respected Lieger ambassadors, my modesty And womanhood I tender; but withal, So entangled in a curs'd accusation, That my defence, of force, like Perseus, Must personate masculine virtue. To the point. Find me but guilty, sever head from body, We 'll part good friends: I scorn to hold my life At yours, or any man's entreaty, sir.

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