Vittoria Corombona Monologue from The White Devil

From The White Devil by John Webster

female · defiant · 1:00 min

Yes, you have ravish'd justice; Forc'd her to do your pleasure. (Mont: Fie, she 's mad----) Die with those pills in your most cursed maw, Should bring you health! or while you sit o' th' bench, Let your own spittle choke you! (Mont: She 's turned fury.) That the last day of judgment may so find you, And leave you the same devil you were before! Instruct me, some good horse-leech, to speak treason; For since you cannot take my life for deeds, Take it for words. O woman's poor revenge, Which dwells but in the tongue! I will not weep; No, I do scorn to call up one poor tear To fawn on your injustice: bear me hence Unto this house of--what's your mitigating title?

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