The Duchess of Malfi: BBC Arts at the Globe

0:00:34 > 0:00:38Good evening, and welcome to a special event in British theatre,

0:00:38 > 0:00:42the televising of a spanking new production

0:00:42 > 0:00:45of John Webster's gory revenge tragedy,

0:00:45 > 0:00:47The Duchess Of Malfi.

0:00:47 > 0:00:51And it's being performed in a perfect, meticulous re-creation

0:00:51 > 0:00:54of a Jacobean indoor theatre

0:00:54 > 0:00:56so that we can tell for the very first time

0:00:56 > 0:00:58what it was like to be in the audience

0:00:58 > 0:01:03when this play was first performed in 1614.

0:01:05 > 0:01:09Here, hidden away inside Shakespeare's Globe in London,

0:01:09 > 0:01:12something rather amazing has been created.

0:01:12 > 0:01:15This beautiful intimate space is based on drawings

0:01:15 > 0:01:19of a London theatre from around four centuries ago -

0:01:19 > 0:01:23the kind that Shakespeare's last plays were performed in,

0:01:23 > 0:01:26and indeed tonight's play, The Duchess Of Malfi,

0:01:26 > 0:01:29by his near contemporary John Webster.

0:01:29 > 0:01:32And unlike the Globe, it's indoors,

0:01:32 > 0:01:35so for the first time, you could forget about the noise of the city,

0:01:35 > 0:01:37and the rain,

0:01:37 > 0:01:40and concentrate on the extraordinary magical possibilities

0:01:40 > 0:01:44of staging and scenery and lighting.

0:01:45 > 0:01:48No electric lighting, of course, but candles.

0:01:48 > 0:01:51Hundreds of candles.

0:01:51 > 0:01:56These pure-beeswax candles cost around £400 per show.

0:01:56 > 0:01:58Now, it's bold, and perhaps crackers,

0:01:58 > 0:02:01to be trying television by candlelight,

0:02:01 > 0:02:04but as you'll see, the effect is extraordinary.

0:02:06 > 0:02:09So welcome to a world of shadows -

0:02:09 > 0:02:14not just the soft candlelit gloom of the theatre,

0:02:14 > 0:02:15but a moral universe,

0:02:15 > 0:02:20which is dark with jealousy, mistrust and revenge.

0:02:20 > 0:02:23John Webster was the Quentin Tarantino

0:02:23 > 0:02:26of the old English theatre.

0:02:26 > 0:02:29"When the bad bleed, then is the tragedy good,"

0:02:29 > 0:02:31says one character in a similar play.

0:02:31 > 0:02:34And tonight, the bad certainly bleed -

0:02:34 > 0:02:37and so do the good, in buckets.

0:02:37 > 0:02:41But this is more than a standard Jacobean gorefest.

0:02:41 > 0:02:44It's full of beautiful poetry.

0:02:44 > 0:02:49The play is shot through with all the melancholy of the age.

0:02:49 > 0:02:52"What's this flesh?" one character asks.

0:02:52 > 0:02:54"Crudded milk.

0:02:54 > 0:02:57"Fantastical puff paste.

0:02:57 > 0:03:01"Our bodies are weaker than those paper prisons

0:03:01 > 0:03:05"boys use to keep flies in."

0:03:06 > 0:03:10It's a story of jealousy, deceit and murder.

0:03:10 > 0:03:13The Duchess, played by Gemma Arterton,

0:03:13 > 0:03:15is a sexy and attractive widow.

0:03:17 > 0:03:22She has two brothers, the Cardinal and her twin, Ferdinand.

0:03:22 > 0:03:25Ferdinand in particular is determined

0:03:25 > 0:03:28that she shall never marry again.

0:03:28 > 0:03:31There's something seriously unhealthy and possessive

0:03:31 > 0:03:33in his obsession with his sister,

0:03:33 > 0:03:38and his jealousy is a fuse waiting to be lit.

0:03:38 > 0:03:41Well, as you might expect, the witty and vivacious Duchess

0:03:41 > 0:03:43is not about to be condemned

0:03:43 > 0:03:47to a life of chaste and pious spinsterhood - oh, no.

0:03:47 > 0:03:52She has eyes set on her buff young steward, Antonio.

0:03:52 > 0:03:54She offers herself to him.

0:03:54 > 0:03:56He is dazzled.

0:03:56 > 0:03:59And they marry in secret.

0:03:59 > 0:04:02When her brothers, Ferdinand and the Cardinal, find out,

0:04:02 > 0:04:07they are beside themselves, and they plot their revenge.

0:04:09 > 0:04:11And so begins a bloody,

0:04:11 > 0:04:14not to say downright ghoulish,

0:04:14 > 0:04:20chain of events that ends in disaster for the Duchess of Malfi.

0:04:20 > 0:04:23TRADITIONAL MUSIC PLAYS

0:04:45 > 0:04:47MEN: Hey!

0:04:48 > 0:04:51You are welcome to your country, dear Antonio;

0:04:51 > 0:04:53You've been long in France, and you return

0:04:53 > 0:04:56A very formal Frenchman in your habit:

0:04:56 > 0:04:58How do you like the French court?

0:04:58 > 0:05:00I admire it:

0:05:00 > 0:05:02In seeking to restore both state and people

0:05:02 > 0:05:05To a fixed order, their judicious king

0:05:05 > 0:05:08Begins at home; quits first his royal palace

0:05:08 > 0:05:12Of flattering sycophants, of dissolute

0:05:12 > 0:05:15And infamous persons, which he sweetly terms

0:05:15 > 0:05:19His master's masterpiece, the work of heaven;

0:05:19 > 0:05:22Considering duly that a prince's court

0:05:22 > 0:05:26Is like a common fountain, whence should flow

0:05:26 > 0:05:30Pure silver drops in general, but if 't chance

0:05:30 > 0:05:33Some cursed example poison 't near the head,

0:05:33 > 0:05:37Death and diseases through the whole land spread.

0:05:37 > 0:05:40Here comes Bosola, The only court-gall;

0:05:40 > 0:05:42yet I observe his railing

0:05:42 > 0:05:44Is not for simple love of piety:

0:05:44 > 0:05:48Indeed, he rails at those things which he wants;

0:05:48 > 0:05:51Would be as lecherous, covetous, or proud,

0:05:51 > 0:05:53Bloody, or envious, as any man,

0:05:53 > 0:05:55If he had means to be so.

0:05:55 > 0:05:56Here's the cardinal.

0:05:56 > 0:05:58- I do haunt you still.- So.

0:05:58 > 0:06:01I have done you better service than to be slighted thus.

0:06:01 > 0:06:03You enforce your merit too much.

0:06:03 > 0:06:05I fell into the galleys in your service:

0:06:05 > 0:06:07Where, for two years together,

0:06:07 > 0:06:09I wore two towels instead of a shirt,

0:06:09 > 0:06:11with a knot on the shoulder, after the fashion of a Roman mantle.

0:06:11 > 0:06:14Slighted thus! I will thrive some way.

0:06:14 > 0:06:16Blackbirds fatten best in hard weather;

0:06:16 > 0:06:18why not I, in these dog-days?

0:06:18 > 0:06:20Would you could become honest.

0:06:20 > 0:06:23With all your divinity, do but direct me the way to it.

0:06:23 > 0:06:25Are you gone?

0:06:25 > 0:06:27Some fellows, they say, are possessed with the devil,

0:06:27 > 0:06:30but this great fellow were able to possess the greatest devil

0:06:30 > 0:06:31and make him worse.

0:06:31 > 0:06:33He hath denied thee some suit?

0:06:33 > 0:06:35He and his brother are like plum trees

0:06:35 > 0:06:37that grow crooked over standing-pools;

0:06:37 > 0:06:39they are rich and o'erladen with fruit,

0:06:39 > 0:06:41but none but crows, pies, and caterpillars feed on them.

0:06:41 > 0:06:44Fare ye well, sirs: and yet do not you scorn us;

0:06:44 > 0:06:48for places in the court are but like beds in the hospital,

0:06:48 > 0:06:50where this man's head lies at that man's foot,

0:06:50 > 0:06:52and so lower and lower.

0:06:52 > 0:06:54I knew this fellow seven years in the galleys

0:06:54 > 0:06:56For a notorious murder;

0:06:56 > 0:06:58and 'twas thought The Cardinal suborned it.

0:06:58 > 0:07:00'Tis great pity He should be thus neglected:

0:07:00 > 0:07:03I have heard He's very valiant.

0:07:03 > 0:07:07This foul melancholy Will poison all his goodness;

0:07:07 > 0:07:08for, I'll tell you,

0:07:08 > 0:07:10If too immoderate sleep be truly said

0:07:10 > 0:07:13To be an inward rust unto the soul,

0:07:13 > 0:07:15If then doth follow want of action

0:07:15 > 0:07:17Breeds all black malcontents;

0:07:17 > 0:07:19and their close rearing,

0:07:19 > 0:07:22Like moths in cloth, do hurt for want of wearing.

0:07:22 > 0:07:24The presence 'gins to fill.

0:07:24 > 0:07:25You promised me

0:07:25 > 0:07:27To make me the partaker of the natures

0:07:27 > 0:07:29Of some of your great courtiers.

0:07:29 > 0:07:31I shall. Here comes the great Calabrian duke.

0:07:31 > 0:07:33Who took the ring oftenest?

0:07:33 > 0:07:35Antonio Bologna, my lord.

0:07:35 > 0:07:39Oh, it's our sister duchess' great-master of her household?

0:07:39 > 0:07:41Give him the jewel.

0:07:41 > 0:07:44When shall we leave this sportive action,

0:07:44 > 0:07:47and fall to action indeed?

0:07:47 > 0:07:50Methinks, my lord, you should not desire to go to war in person.

0:07:50 > 0:07:54Now for some gravity. Why, my lord?

0:07:54 > 0:07:56It is fitting a soldier arise to be a prince,

0:07:56 > 0:07:59but not necessary a prince descend to be a captain.

0:07:59 > 0:08:00No?

0:08:00 > 0:08:03No, my lord; he were far better do it by a deputy.

0:08:03 > 0:08:07Why should he not as well sleep or eat by a deputy?

0:08:07 > 0:08:09Believe my experience,

0:08:09 > 0:08:12that realm is never long in quiet where the ruler is a soldier.

0:08:12 > 0:08:16Thou toldest me thy wife could not endure fighting.

0:08:16 > 0:08:17True, my lord.

0:08:17 > 0:08:20HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

0:08:20 > 0:08:22How do you like my Spanish gennet?

0:08:22 > 0:08:25Oooh, he's all fire.

0:08:25 > 0:08:26I am of Pliny's opinion,

0:08:26 > 0:08:29I think he was begot by the wind;

0:08:29 > 0:08:33he runs as if he were ballass'd with quicksilver.

0:08:33 > 0:08:35True, my lord, he reels from the tilt often.

0:08:35 > 0:08:38HE LAUGHS LOUDLY

0:08:38 > 0:08:40Why do you laugh?

0:08:41 > 0:08:44Methinks you that are courtiers should be my touch-wood,

0:08:44 > 0:08:46take fire when I give fire;

0:08:46 > 0:08:49that is, laugh when I laugh,

0:08:49 > 0:08:52were the subject never so witty.

0:08:52 > 0:08:55True, my lord: I myself have heard a very good jest,

0:08:55 > 0:08:59and have scorned to seem to have so silly a wit as to understand it.

0:08:59 > 0:09:02But I can laugh at your fool, my lord.

0:09:02 > 0:09:03He cannot speak, you know,

0:09:03 > 0:09:05but he makes faces;

0:09:05 > 0:09:07my lady cannot abide him.

0:09:07 > 0:09:08No?

0:09:08 > 0:09:11Nor endure to be in merry company; for she says too much laughing,

0:09:11 > 0:09:14and too much company, fills her too full of the wrinkle.

0:09:14 > 0:09:16- Oh! - HE LAUGHS

0:09:16 > 0:09:18HE LAUGHS LOUDER

0:09:18 > 0:09:24I would, then, have a mathematical instrument made for her face,

0:09:24 > 0:09:26that she might not laugh out of compass.

0:09:26 > 0:09:27HE CHUCKLES

0:09:27 > 0:09:28THE OTHERS CHUCKLE

0:09:28 > 0:09:31I shall shortly visit you at Milan, Lord Silvio.

0:09:31 > 0:09:33Your brother, the lord cardinal, and sister duchess.

0:09:33 > 0:09:35- Are the galleys come about? - They are, my lord.

0:09:35 > 0:09:38Now, sir, your promise: what's that cardinal?

0:09:38 > 0:09:41I mean his temper. They say he's a brave fellow.

0:09:41 > 0:09:44Some such flashes superficially hang on him for form;

0:09:44 > 0:09:49but observe his inward character: he is a melancholy churchman.

0:09:49 > 0:09:54The spring in his face is nothing but the engendering of toads.

0:09:54 > 0:09:57Where he is jealous of any man, he lays worse plots for them

0:09:57 > 0:09:59than ever was imposed on Hercules,

0:09:59 > 0:10:01for he strews in their way

0:10:01 > 0:10:04flatterers, panders, intelligencers,

0:10:04 > 0:10:08atheists, and a thousand such political monsters.

0:10:08 > 0:10:10Some good he hath done.

0:10:10 > 0:10:12You have given too much of him. What's his brother?

0:10:12 > 0:10:16The duke there? A most perverse and turbulent nature.

0:10:16 > 0:10:19What appears in him mirth is merely outside;

0:10:19 > 0:10:22If he laugh heartily, it is to laugh

0:10:22 > 0:10:25All honesty out of fashion.

0:10:25 > 0:10:29He speaks with others' tongues, and hears men's suits

0:10:29 > 0:10:30With others' ears;

0:10:30 > 0:10:34But for their sister, the right noble duchess,

0:10:34 > 0:10:37You never fixed your eye on three fair medals

0:10:37 > 0:10:40Cast in one figure, of so different temper.

0:10:40 > 0:10:44For her discourse, it is so full of rapture,

0:10:44 > 0:10:46You only will begin then to be sorry

0:10:46 > 0:10:49When she doth end her speech, and wish in wonder

0:10:49 > 0:10:52She held it less vain-glory to talk much,

0:10:52 > 0:10:54Than your penance to hear her.

0:10:54 > 0:10:56Whilst she speaks

0:10:56 > 0:10:59She throws upon a man so sweet a look

0:10:59 > 0:11:02That it were able to raise one to a galliard

0:11:02 > 0:11:04That lay in a dead palsy.

0:11:04 > 0:11:07Let all sweet ladies break their flattering glasses

0:11:07 > 0:11:09And dress themselves in her.

0:11:09 > 0:11:10Fie, Antonio,

0:11:10 > 0:11:12You play the wire-drawer with her commendations.

0:11:12 > 0:11:14I'll case the picture up:

0:11:14 > 0:11:16only thus much;

0:11:16 > 0:11:19All her particular worth grows to this sum:

0:11:19 > 0:11:24She stains the time past, lights the time to come.

0:11:24 > 0:11:26You must attend my lady in the gallery,

0:11:26 > 0:11:28Some half and hour hence.

0:11:28 > 0:11:32- I shall. - Sister, I have a suit to you.

0:11:32 > 0:11:34To me, sir?

0:11:34 > 0:11:36A gentleman here, Daniel de Bosola, One that was in the galleys.

0:11:36 > 0:11:38Yes, I know him.

0:11:38 > 0:11:39A worthy fellow he is:

0:11:39 > 0:11:41pray, let me entreat

0:11:41 > 0:11:43For the provisorship of your horse.

0:11:43 > 0:11:45Your knowledge of him Commends him and prefers him.

0:11:45 > 0:11:46Call him hither.

0:11:46 > 0:11:48We are now upon parting.

0:11:48 > 0:11:49Good Lord Silvio,

0:11:49 > 0:11:51Do us commend to all our noble friends

0:11:51 > 0:11:52At the leaguer.

0:11:52 > 0:11:54- Sir, I shall. - You are for Milan?- I am.

0:11:54 > 0:11:58Bring the caroches. We'll bring you down to the haven.

0:11:58 > 0:12:01Be sure you entertain that Bosola For your intelligence.

0:12:01 > 0:12:02I'd not be seen in it.

0:12:02 > 0:12:06Antonio, the great master of her household,

0:12:06 > 0:12:07Had been far fitter.

0:12:07 > 0:12:10You are deceived in him.

0:12:10 > 0:12:13His nature is too honest for such business.

0:12:13 > 0:12:14He comes: I'll leave you.

0:12:14 > 0:12:16I was lured to you.

0:12:16 > 0:12:18My brother, here, the cardinal, could never

0:12:18 > 0:12:19Abide you.

0:12:19 > 0:12:20Never since he was in my debt.

0:12:20 > 0:12:23Well, maybe some oblique character in your face

0:12:23 > 0:12:25Made him suspect you.

0:12:25 > 0:12:26Doth he study physiognomy?

0:12:26 > 0:12:28There's no more credit to be given to the face

0:12:28 > 0:12:30Than to a sick man's urine.

0:12:30 > 0:12:31He did suspect me wrongfully.

0:12:31 > 0:12:32Well, for that

0:12:32 > 0:12:35You must give great men leave to take their times.

0:12:35 > 0:12:38Distrust doth cause us seldom be deceived.

0:12:38 > 0:12:41You see, the oft shaking of the cedar tree

0:12:41 > 0:12:43Fastens it more at root.

0:12:43 > 0:12:44Yet take heed;

0:12:44 > 0:12:47For to suspect a friend unworthily

0:12:47 > 0:12:49Instructs him the next way to suspect you,

0:12:49 > 0:12:50And prompts him to deceive you.

0:12:50 > 0:12:54- There's gold. - So. What follows?

0:12:54 > 0:12:56Never rained such showers as these

0:12:56 > 0:12:58Without thunderbolts in the tail of them.

0:12:58 > 0:13:00Whose throat must I cut?

0:13:00 > 0:13:03Your inclination to shed blood rides post

0:13:03 > 0:13:05Before my occasion to use you.

0:13:05 > 0:13:09I give you that To live in the court here,

0:13:09 > 0:13:12and observe the duchess;

0:13:12 > 0:13:14To note all the particulars of her 'haviour,

0:13:14 > 0:13:17What suitors do solicit her for marriage

0:13:17 > 0:13:19And whom she best affects.

0:13:19 > 0:13:21She's a young widow: I would not have her marry again.

0:13:21 > 0:13:22No, sir?

0:13:22 > 0:13:24Do not you ask the reason;

0:13:24 > 0:13:26but be satisfied.

0:13:26 > 0:13:28I say I would not.

0:13:28 > 0:13:30It seems you would create me

0:13:30 > 0:13:31One of your familiars.

0:13:31 > 0:13:33Familiar? What's that?

0:13:33 > 0:13:36Why, a very quaint invisible devil in flesh,

0:13:36 > 0:13:37An intelligencer.

0:13:37 > 0:13:40Such a kind of thriving thing I would wish thee;

0:13:40 > 0:13:42and 'ere long thou mayest arrive

0:13:42 > 0:13:43At a higher place by 't.

0:13:43 > 0:13:45Take your devils, Which hell calls angels:

0:13:45 > 0:13:48Sir, I'll take nothing from you that I have given.

0:13:48 > 0:13:51There is a place that I procured for you

0:13:51 > 0:13:54This morning, the provisorship of the horse;

0:13:54 > 0:13:55- Have you heard on it?- No.

0:13:55 > 0:13:58'Tis yours. Well, is it not worth thanks?

0:13:58 > 0:14:01O, that to avoid the ingratitude

0:14:01 > 0:14:02For the good deed you have done me,

0:14:02 > 0:14:03I must do

0:14:03 > 0:14:05All the ill man can invent!

0:14:05 > 0:14:08Thus the devil Candies all sins o'er;

0:14:08 > 0:14:11and what heaven terms vile, That names he complimental.

0:14:11 > 0:14:12Be yourself;

0:14:12 > 0:14:15Keep your old garb of melancholy;

0:14:15 > 0:14:16'twill express

0:14:16 > 0:14:19You envy those that stand above your reach,

0:14:19 > 0:14:21Yet strive not to come near them.

0:14:21 > 0:14:23This will gain Access to private lodgings,

0:14:23 > 0:14:27where yourself May, like a politic dormouse.

0:14:27 > 0:14:28As I have seen some

0:14:28 > 0:14:30Feed in a lord's dish, half asleep, not seeming

0:14:30 > 0:14:32To listen to any talk; and yet these rogues

0:14:32 > 0:14:34Have cut his throat in a dream.

0:14:34 > 0:14:36What's my place?

0:14:36 > 0:14:38- BOTH:- The provisorship o' the horse?

0:14:38 > 0:14:40Say, then, my corruption

0:14:40 > 0:14:42Grew out of horse dung:

0:14:42 > 0:14:43I am your creature.

0:14:43 > 0:14:44Away!

0:14:44 > 0:14:47Let good men, for good deeds, covet good fame,

0:14:47 > 0:14:49Since place and riches oft are bribes of shame.

0:14:49 > 0:14:51Sometimes the devil doth preach.

0:14:51 > 0:14:54Um... Uh-uh.

0:14:55 > 0:14:57Oh.

0:15:02 > 0:15:04We are to part from you,

0:15:04 > 0:15:05and your own discretion

0:15:05 > 0:15:07Must now be your director.

0:15:07 > 0:15:08You are a widow.

0:15:08 > 0:15:11You know already what man is, and therefore

0:15:11 > 0:15:14Let not youth, high promotion, eloquence.

0:15:14 > 0:15:16No, nor anything without the addition, 'honour',

0:15:16 > 0:15:18Sway your high blood.

0:15:18 > 0:15:19Marry?

0:15:19 > 0:15:21They are most luxurious Will wed twice.

0:15:21 > 0:15:22O, fie!

0:15:22 > 0:15:25Their livers are more spotted Than Laban's sheep.

0:15:25 > 0:15:27Diamonds are of most value, They say,

0:15:27 > 0:15:29that have passed through most jewellers' hands.

0:15:29 > 0:15:31Whores by that rule are precious.

0:15:31 > 0:15:34Will you hear me? I'll never marry.

0:15:34 > 0:15:35Oh, so most widows say,

0:15:35 > 0:15:37But commonly that motion lasts no longer

0:15:37 > 0:15:40Than the turning of an hourglass:

0:15:40 > 0:15:41the funeral sermon

0:15:41 > 0:15:43And it end both together.

0:15:43 > 0:15:45Now hear me:

0:15:45 > 0:15:48You live in a rank pasture here in the court;

0:15:48 > 0:15:50There is a kind of honeydew that's deadly;

0:15:50 > 0:15:52'T will poison your fame; look to it.

0:15:52 > 0:15:54Be not cunning;

0:15:54 > 0:15:56For they whose faces do belie their hearts

0:15:56 > 0:15:58Are witches ere they arrive at 20 years,

0:15:58 > 0:16:00Ay, and give the devil suck.

0:16:00 > 0:16:02This is terrible good counsel.

0:16:02 > 0:16:07Hypocrisy is woven of a fine small thread,

0:16:07 > 0:16:09Subtler than Vulcan's engine: yet, believe it,

0:16:09 > 0:16:13Your darkest actions, nay, your privatest thoughts,

0:16:13 > 0:16:14Will come to light.

0:16:14 > 0:16:16You may flatter yourself,

0:16:16 > 0:16:18And take your own choice;

0:16:18 > 0:16:20privately be married

0:16:20 > 0:16:21Under the eaves of night.

0:16:21 > 0:16:24Think it the best voyage That e'er you made;

0:16:24 > 0:16:27like the irregular crab,

0:16:27 > 0:16:28Which, though it goes backward,

0:16:28 > 0:16:30thinks that it goes right

0:16:30 > 0:16:31Because it goes its own way.

0:16:31 > 0:16:32But observe,

0:16:32 > 0:16:34Such weddings may more properly be said

0:16:34 > 0:16:36To be executed than celebrated.

0:16:36 > 0:16:38The marriage night Is the entrance into some prison.

0:16:38 > 0:16:41And those joys, Those lustful pleasures,

0:16:41 > 0:16:42are like heavy sleeps

0:16:42 > 0:16:44Which do forerun man's mischief.

0:16:44 > 0:16:45Fare you well.

0:16:46 > 0:16:51Wisdom begins at the end.

0:16:53 > 0:16:54LAUGHTER

0:16:54 > 0:16:56Remember it.

0:16:56 > 0:17:00I think this speech between you both was studied,

0:17:00 > 0:17:02It came so roundly off.

0:17:02 > 0:17:04You are my sister.

0:17:04 > 0:17:06IMITATES SWORD SLICING

0:17:06 > 0:17:08THEY LAUGH

0:17:08 > 0:17:12This was my father's poniard, do you see?

0:17:12 > 0:17:14Mm-hm.

0:17:14 > 0:17:17I'd be loathe to see it look rusty, cos 'twas his.

0:17:17 > 0:17:19I would have you to give over these chargeable revels:

0:17:19 > 0:17:21A visor and a mask are whispering rooms

0:17:21 > 0:17:24That were never built for goodness.

0:17:24 > 0:17:26Fare ye well.

0:17:29 > 0:17:32And women like that part which, like the Lamprey,

0:17:32 > 0:17:34- Hath ne'er a bone in it. - Fie Sir!

0:17:34 > 0:17:36Nay, I meant the tongue!

0:17:36 > 0:17:38Variety of courtship.

0:17:39 > 0:17:42What cannot a neat knave with a smooth tale

0:17:42 > 0:17:44Make a woman believe?

0:17:46 > 0:17:49Farewell, lusty widow.

0:17:50 > 0:17:52Shall this move me?

0:17:53 > 0:17:55If all my royal kindred

0:17:55 > 0:17:58Lay in my way unto this marriage,

0:17:58 > 0:18:00I'd make them my low footsteps.

0:18:00 > 0:18:02And even now,

0:18:02 > 0:18:06Even in this hate, as men in some great battles,

0:18:06 > 0:18:08By apprehending danger, have achieved

0:18:08 > 0:18:10Almost impossible actions -

0:18:10 > 0:18:12I have heard soldiers say so -

0:18:12 > 0:18:17So I through frights and threatenings will assay

0:18:17 > 0:18:20This dangerous venture.

0:18:20 > 0:18:24Let old wives report I winked and chose a husband.

0:18:24 > 0:18:27Cariola, to thy known secrecy I have given up

0:18:27 > 0:18:29More than my life, my fame.

0:18:29 > 0:18:31Both shall be safe;

0:18:31 > 0:18:33For I'll conceal this secret from the world

0:18:33 > 0:18:36As warily as those that trade in poison

0:18:36 > 0:18:38Keep poison from their children.

0:18:38 > 0:18:42Thy protestation Is ingenious and hearty.

0:18:42 > 0:18:43I believe it.

0:18:43 > 0:18:45Is Antonio come?

0:18:45 > 0:18:47- He attends you.- Good!

0:18:47 > 0:18:49Dear soul,

0:18:49 > 0:18:52Leave me;

0:18:52 > 0:18:54but place thyself behind the arras,

0:18:54 > 0:18:55Where thou mayst overhear us.

0:18:55 > 0:18:57Wish me good speed;

0:18:57 > 0:19:00For I am going into a wilderness,

0:19:00 > 0:19:03Where I shall find nor path nor friendly clue

0:19:03 > 0:19:05To be my guide.

0:19:27 > 0:19:30I sent for you: sit down.

0:19:32 > 0:19:35Take pen and ink,

0:19:35 > 0:19:37and write.

0:19:39 > 0:19:41- Are you ready?- Yes.

0:19:41 > 0:19:43What did I say?

0:19:43 > 0:19:47- That I should write somewhat. - O, I remember.

0:19:47 > 0:19:51After these triumphs and this large expense

0:19:51 > 0:19:54It's fit, like thrifty husbands we inquire

0:19:54 > 0:19:56What's laid up for tomorrow.

0:19:56 > 0:19:58So please your beauteous excellence.

0:19:58 > 0:20:02Beauteous! Indeed I thank you:

0:20:02 > 0:20:03I look young for your sake;

0:20:03 > 0:20:06You have ta'en my cares upon you.

0:20:06 > 0:20:08I'll fetch your grace

0:20:08 > 0:20:10The particulars of your revenue and expense.

0:20:10 > 0:20:13O, you are An upright treasurer; but you mistook:

0:20:13 > 0:20:16For when I said I meant to make inquiry

0:20:16 > 0:20:19What's laid up for to-morrow, I did mean

0:20:19 > 0:20:20What's laid up yonder for me.

0:20:20 > 0:20:22Where?

0:20:22 > 0:20:24In heaven.

0:20:24 > 0:20:28I am making my will - as 'tis fit princes should,

0:20:28 > 0:20:31In perfect memory -

0:20:31 > 0:20:33and, I pray, sir, tell me

0:20:33 > 0:20:37Were not one better make it smiling, thus,

0:20:37 > 0:20:41Than in deep groans, and terrible ghastly looks,

0:20:41 > 0:20:44As if the gifts we parted with procur'd

0:20:44 > 0:20:45That violent distraction?

0:20:45 > 0:20:47O, much better.

0:20:47 > 0:20:49If I had a husband now,

0:20:49 > 0:20:52this care were quit:

0:20:52 > 0:20:55But I intend to make you overseer.

0:20:55 > 0:20:58What good deed should we first remember? Say.

0:20:58 > 0:21:01Begin with that first good deed began in the world

0:21:01 > 0:21:04After man's creation, the sacrament of marriage:

0:21:04 > 0:21:07I'd have you first provide for a good husband;

0:21:07 > 0:21:08Give him all.

0:21:08 > 0:21:11- All? - Yes, your excellent self.

0:21:11 > 0:21:13- In a winding-sheet? - In a couple.

0:21:13 > 0:21:16St Winifred, that were a strange will!

0:21:16 > 0:21:19'Twere stranger if there were no will in you

0:21:19 > 0:21:20To marry again.

0:21:22 > 0:21:24What do you think of marriage?

0:21:24 > 0:21:26I take't, as those that deny purgatory,

0:21:26 > 0:21:29It locally contains, or heaven, or hell,

0:21:29 > 0:21:30There's no third place in't.

0:21:30 > 0:21:32How do you affect it?

0:21:32 > 0:21:36My banishment, feeding my melancholy,

0:21:36 > 0:21:38Would often reason thus.

0:21:38 > 0:21:40Pray, let's hear it.

0:21:40 > 0:21:44Say a man never marry, nor have children,

0:21:44 > 0:21:48What takes that from him? only the bare name

0:21:48 > 0:21:51Of being a father, or the weak delight

0:21:51 > 0:21:54To see the little wanton ride a cock-horse

0:21:54 > 0:21:57Upon a painted stick, or hear him chatter

0:21:57 > 0:21:58Like a taught starling.

0:21:58 > 0:22:00Fie, fie, what's all this?

0:22:00 > 0:22:04One of your eyes is blood-shot; use my ring to it,

0:22:04 > 0:22:08They say 'tis very sovereign: 'twas my wedding ring,

0:22:08 > 0:22:10And I did vow never to part with it

0:22:10 > 0:22:11But to my second husband.

0:22:13 > 0:22:15But you have parted with it now.

0:22:15 > 0:22:17Yes, to help your eye-sight.

0:22:17 > 0:22:21You have made me stark blind.

0:22:21 > 0:22:22How?

0:22:22 > 0:22:24There is a saucy and ambitious devil,

0:22:24 > 0:22:25Is dancing in this circle.

0:22:25 > 0:22:27- Remove him. - How?

0:22:27 > 0:22:31There needs small conjuration, when your finger

0:22:31 > 0:22:34May do it; thus; is it fit?

0:22:34 > 0:22:36What said you?

0:22:36 > 0:22:40Sir, this goodly roof of yours is too low built;

0:22:40 > 0:22:43I cannot stand upright in it nor discourse,

0:22:43 > 0:22:47Without I raise it higher; raise yourself;

0:22:47 > 0:22:50Or, if you please, my hand to help you.

0:22:56 > 0:22:58So.

0:22:59 > 0:23:03Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.

0:23:03 > 0:23:07Conceive not I am so stupid but I aim

0:23:07 > 0:23:10Whereto your favours tend: but he's a fool,

0:23:10 > 0:23:13That being a-cold, would thrust his hands in the fire

0:23:13 > 0:23:15To warm them.

0:23:15 > 0:23:17So now the ground's broke,

0:23:17 > 0:23:18You may discover what a wealthy mine

0:23:18 > 0:23:20I make you lord of.

0:23:20 > 0:23:22O, my unworthiness!

0:23:22 > 0:23:23I must tell you,

0:23:23 > 0:23:27If you will know where breathes a complete man,

0:23:27 > 0:23:30I speak it without flattery, turn your eyes,

0:23:30 > 0:23:32And progress through yourself.

0:23:32 > 0:23:35Were there nor heaven nor hell, I should be honest:

0:23:35 > 0:23:38I have long serv'd virtue, And ne'er ta'en wages of her.

0:23:38 > 0:23:41Now she pays it.

0:23:41 > 0:23:44The misery of us that are born great!

0:23:44 > 0:23:47We are forc'd to woo, because none dare woo us;

0:23:47 > 0:23:50And as a tyrant doubles with his words,

0:23:50 > 0:23:53And fearfully equivocates, so we

0:23:53 > 0:23:56Are forc'd to express our violent passions

0:23:56 > 0:23:58In riddles, and in dreams, and leave the path

0:23:58 > 0:24:01Of simple virtue, that was never made

0:24:01 > 0:24:02To seem the thing it is not.

0:24:04 > 0:24:07Go, go brag

0:24:09 > 0:24:12You have left me heartless; mine is in your bosom:

0:24:14 > 0:24:17I hope 'twill multiply love there.

0:24:17 > 0:24:19You do tremble:

0:24:19 > 0:24:22Make not your heart so dead a piece of flesh,

0:24:22 > 0:24:26To fear, more than to love me. Sir, be confident:

0:24:26 > 0:24:28What is't distracts you?

0:24:28 > 0:24:30This is flesh and blood sir;

0:24:30 > 0:24:32'Tis not the figure cut in alabaster,

0:24:32 > 0:24:36Kneels at my husband's tomb. Awake, awake, man!

0:24:37 > 0:24:39I do here put off all vain ceremony,

0:24:39 > 0:24:42And only do appear to you a young widow

0:24:42 > 0:24:45That claims you for her husband, and like a widow,

0:24:45 > 0:24:47I use but half a blush in't.

0:24:47 > 0:24:50Truth speak for me;

0:24:50 > 0:24:53I will remain the constant sanctuary

0:24:53 > 0:24:54Of your good name.

0:24:54 > 0:24:59I thank you, gentle love:

0:24:59 > 0:25:02And because you shall not come to me in debt,

0:25:02 > 0:25:06Being now my steward, here upon your lips

0:25:06 > 0:25:08I sign your Quietus est.

0:25:11 > 0:25:13This you should have begg'd now.

0:25:13 > 0:25:16I have seen children oft eat sweetmeats thus,

0:25:16 > 0:25:18As fearful to devour them too soon.

0:25:18 > 0:25:19But for your brothers?

0:25:19 > 0:25:21Do not think of them:

0:25:21 > 0:25:24All discord without this circumference

0:25:24 > 0:25:27Is only to be pitied, and not fear'd:

0:25:27 > 0:25:30Yet, should they know it, time will easily

0:25:30 > 0:25:32Scatter the tempest.

0:25:32 > 0:25:34These words should be mine,

0:25:34 > 0:25:38And all the parts you have spoke, if some part of it

0:25:38 > 0:25:39Had not have savour'd flattery.

0:25:39 > 0:25:41Kneel.

0:25:42 > 0:25:43Ha!

0:25:43 > 0:25:47Be not amaz'd; this woman is of my counsel:

0:25:47 > 0:25:51I have heard lawyers say, a contract in a chamber

0:25:51 > 0:25:56Per verba presenti is absolute marriage.

0:26:11 > 0:26:16Bless, heaven, this sacred gordian which let violence

0:26:16 > 0:26:18Never untwine!

0:26:18 > 0:26:21And may our sweet affections, like the spheres,

0:26:21 > 0:26:23Be still in motion!

0:26:23 > 0:26:25Quickening, and make The like soft music.

0:26:25 > 0:26:27That we may imitate the loving palms,

0:26:27 > 0:26:30Best emblem of a peaceful marriage,

0:26:30 > 0:26:32That never bore fruit, divided!

0:26:32 > 0:26:33What can the church force more?

0:26:33 > 0:26:36That fortune may not know an accident,

0:26:36 > 0:26:38Either of joy or sorrow, to divide

0:26:38 > 0:26:40Our fixed wishes.

0:26:40 > 0:26:42How can the church build faster?

0:26:42 > 0:26:45We now are man and wife, and 'tis the church

0:26:45 > 0:26:47That must but echo this.

0:26:51 > 0:26:53Maid, stand apart:

0:26:57 > 0:26:59I now am blind.

0:26:59 > 0:27:01What's your conceit in this?

0:27:01 > 0:27:03I would have you lead your fortune by the hand

0:27:03 > 0:27:05Unto your marriage-bed:

0:27:05 > 0:27:08You speak in me this, for we now are one:

0:27:08 > 0:27:12We'll only lie and talk together, and plot

0:27:12 > 0:27:16To appease my humorous kindred; and if you please,

0:27:16 > 0:27:20Like the old tale in Alexander and Lodowick,

0:27:20 > 0:27:24Lay a naked sword between us, keep us chaste.

0:27:26 > 0:27:29O, let me shroud my blushes in your bosom,

0:27:29 > 0:27:32Since 'tis the treasury of all my secrets!

0:27:34 > 0:27:38Whether the spirit of greatness or of woman

0:27:38 > 0:27:41Reign most in her, I know not; but it shows

0:27:41 > 0:27:45A fearful madness: I owe her much of pity.

0:27:50 > 0:27:52- Castruccio!- Bosola.

0:27:52 > 0:27:55You say you would fain be taken for an eminent courtier?

0:27:55 > 0:27:57'Tis the very main of my ambition.

0:27:57 > 0:28:01Let me see: you have a reasonable good face for it already,

0:28:01 > 0:28:05and your night-cap expresses your ears sufficient largely.

0:28:05 > 0:28:08I would have you learn to twirl the strings of your band

0:28:08 > 0:28:12With a good grace, and in a set speech, at th' end of every sentence,

0:28:12 > 0:28:15to hum three or four times, or blow your nose till it smart again,

0:28:15 > 0:28:17To recover your memory.

0:28:17 > 0:28:19Do not sup o' nights; 'twill beget you

0:28:19 > 0:28:20An admirable wit.

0:28:20 > 0:28:23Rather it would make me have a good stomach to quarrel;

0:28:23 > 0:28:25For they say, your roaring boys eat meat seldom,

0:28:25 > 0:28:27And that makes them so valiant.

0:28:27 > 0:28:29But how shall I know whether the people take me

0:28:29 > 0:28:31For an eminent fellow?

0:28:31 > 0:28:33I will teach a trick to know it:

0:28:33 > 0:28:35Give out you lie a-dying, and if you

0:28:35 > 0:28:37Hear the common people curse you,

0:28:37 > 0:28:40Be sure you are taken for one of the prime night-caps.

0:28:40 > 0:28:41Your wife's gone to Rome. Get you

0:28:41 > 0:28:44To the wells at Lucca, to recover your aches.

0:28:44 > 0:28:46I have other work on foot.

0:28:46 > 0:28:49I observe our duchess

0:28:49 > 0:28:53Is sick a-days, she pukes, her stomach seethes,

0:28:53 > 0:28:57She wanes i' the cheeks, and waxes fat in the flank,

0:28:57 > 0:29:00And, contrary to our Italian fashion,

0:29:00 > 0:29:05Wears a loose-bodied gown: there's somewhat in't.

0:29:05 > 0:29:07I have a trick may chance discover it,

0:29:07 > 0:29:08A pretty one; I have bought some apricocks,

0:29:08 > 0:29:10The first our spring yields...

0:29:10 > 0:29:13And so long since married? You amaze me.

0:29:13 > 0:29:15Let me seal your lips for ever:

0:29:15 > 0:29:17For, did I think that anything but th' air

0:29:17 > 0:29:19Could carry these words from you, I should wish

0:29:19 > 0:29:25You had no breath at all. Now, sir, in your contemplation?

0:29:25 > 0:29:28You are studying to become a great wise fellow.

0:29:28 > 0:29:30O, sir, the opinion of wisdom

0:29:30 > 0:29:32Is a foul tetter that runs

0:29:32 > 0:29:34All over a man's body: for the subtlest folly

0:29:34 > 0:29:36Proceeds from the subtlest wisdom:

0:29:36 > 0:29:38Let me be simply honest.

0:29:38 > 0:29:40I do understand your inside.

0:29:40 > 0:29:41Do you so?

0:29:41 > 0:29:44Because you would not seem to appear to th' world

0:29:44 > 0:29:46Puff'd up with your preferment, you continue

0:29:46 > 0:29:50This out-of-fashion melancholy: leave it, leave it.

0:29:50 > 0:29:52O, sir, you are lord of the ascendant,

0:29:52 > 0:29:54chief man with the duchess: a duke was your

0:29:54 > 0:29:58cousin-german remov'd. Say you were lineally

0:29:58 > 0:30:00Descended from King Pepin, or he himself,

0:30:00 > 0:30:03What of that? Search the heads of the greatest rivers

0:30:03 > 0:30:05In the world, you shall find them

0:30:05 > 0:30:06But bubbles of water.

0:30:06 > 0:30:08Your arm, Antonio:

0:30:08 > 0:30:11Do I not grow fat?

0:30:11 > 0:30:13I am exceeding short-winded. Bosola,

0:30:13 > 0:30:17I would have you, sir, provide for me a litter;

0:30:17 > 0:30:19Such a one as the Duchess of Florence rode in.

0:30:19 > 0:30:22The duchess us'd one when she was great with child.

0:30:22 > 0:30:26I think she did. Come hither, mend my ruff:

0:30:26 > 0:30:31Here, when? thou art such a tedious lady;

0:30:31 > 0:30:35And thy breath smells of lemon-pills: would thou hadst done!

0:30:35 > 0:30:39Shall I swoon under thy fingers? I am

0:30:39 > 0:30:40So troubled with the mother!

0:30:40 > 0:30:42I fear too much.

0:30:42 > 0:30:44- Ah...- Mmm.

0:30:44 > 0:30:47I have heard you say that the French courtiers

0:30:47 > 0:30:50Wear their hats on 'fore that king.

0:30:50 > 0:30:52- I have seen it. - In the presence? - Yes.

0:30:52 > 0:30:55Why should not we bring up that fashion?

0:30:55 > 0:30:57Be you an example to the rest o' th' court;

0:30:57 > 0:30:59Put on your hat first.

0:30:59 > 0:31:01You must pardon me:

0:31:01 > 0:31:04I have seen, in colder countries than in France,

0:31:04 > 0:31:07Nobles stand bare to th' prince; and the distinction

0:31:07 > 0:31:09Methought show'd reverently.

0:31:09 > 0:31:10I have a present for your grace.

0:31:10 > 0:31:12- For me, sir? - Apricocks, madam.

0:31:12 > 0:31:14O, sir, where are they?

0:31:14 > 0:31:16I have heard of none to year.

0:31:16 > 0:31:18Good; her colour rises.

0:31:18 > 0:31:20O, I thank you: they are wondrous fair ones.

0:31:20 > 0:31:23What an unskilful fellow is our gardener!

0:31:23 > 0:31:24We shall have none this month.

0:31:24 > 0:31:26Will not your grace pare them?

0:31:26 > 0:31:30No, they taste of musk, methinks; indeed they do.

0:31:30 > 0:31:33I know not: yet I wish your grace had par'd 'em.

0:31:33 > 0:31:35- Why?- I forgot to tell you, the knave gardener,

0:31:35 > 0:31:37Only to raise his profit by them the sooner,

0:31:37 > 0:31:40Did ripen them in horse-dung.

0:31:40 > 0:31:41O, you jest.

0:31:41 > 0:31:42HE LAUGHS

0:31:42 > 0:31:44Ha ha ha ha ha!

0:31:44 > 0:31:47You shall judge: pray, taste one.

0:31:47 > 0:31:48Indeed, madam,

0:31:48 > 0:31:50I do not love the fruit.

0:31:50 > 0:31:52Sir, you are loath

0:31:52 > 0:31:55To rob us of our dainties. 'Tis a delicate fruit;

0:31:55 > 0:31:57They say they are restorative.

0:31:57 > 0:31:58'Tis a pretty art, This grafting.

0:31:58 > 0:32:00'Tis so; a bettering of nature.

0:32:00 > 0:32:02To make a pippin grow upon a crab,

0:32:02 > 0:32:05A damson on a black-thorn. How greedily she eats them!

0:32:05 > 0:32:07A whirlwind strike off these bawd farthingales!

0:32:07 > 0:32:09For, but for that and the loose-bodied gown,

0:32:09 > 0:32:11I should discover apparently

0:32:11 > 0:32:13The young springal cutting a caper in her belly.

0:32:13 > 0:32:16Indeed, I thank you, Bosola: they were right good ones,

0:32:16 > 0:32:17If they do not make me sick.

0:32:17 > 0:32:19How now, madam?

0:32:19 > 0:32:21This green fruit and my stomach are not friends:

0:32:21 > 0:32:22How they swell me!

0:32:22 > 0:32:24Nay, you are too much swell'd already.

0:32:24 > 0:32:26O, I am in an extreme cold sweat!

0:32:26 > 0:32:27I am very sorry.

0:32:27 > 0:32:29Lights to my chamber! O good Antonio,

0:32:29 > 0:32:31I fear I am undone!

0:32:31 > 0:32:32Lights there, lights!

0:32:32 > 0:32:35O my most trusty Delio, we are lost!

0:32:35 > 0:32:38So, so,

0:32:38 > 0:32:43there is no question but her tetchiness

0:32:43 > 0:32:47And most vulturous eating of the apricocks are

0:32:47 > 0:32:50Apparent signs of breeding.

0:32:50 > 0:32:53Shut up the court-gates! Shut up the court-gates!

0:32:53 > 0:32:55Why, sir? What's the danger?

0:32:55 > 0:32:57Shut up the posterns presently, and call

0:32:57 > 0:33:00- All the officers o' th' court. - I shall instantly.

0:33:00 > 0:33:03- Who keeps the key o' th' park-gate? - Forobosco. - Let him bring it presently.

0:33:03 > 0:33:05O that these apricocks should be poison'd now, Without my knowledge!

0:33:05 > 0:33:07- Are all the officers here? - We are!

0:33:07 > 0:33:09Gentlemen,

0:33:09 > 0:33:12We have lost much plate, you know; and but this evening

0:33:12 > 0:33:15Jewels, to the value of four thousand ducats,

0:33:15 > 0:33:17Are missing from the duchess' cabinet.

0:33:17 > 0:33:20- Are the gates shut? - Yes.

0:33:20 > 0:33:21'Tis the duchess' pleasure

0:33:21 > 0:33:23Each officer be lock'd into his chamber

0:33:23 > 0:33:25Until the sun-rising; and to send the keys

0:33:25 > 0:33:28Of all their chests and of their outward doors

0:33:28 > 0:33:30Into her bed-chamber. She is very sick.

0:33:30 > 0:33:32At her pleasure.

0:33:32 > 0:33:34She entreats you take't not ill: the innocent

0:33:34 > 0:33:36Shall be the more approv'd by it.

0:33:36 > 0:33:37How fares it with the duchess?

0:33:37 > 0:33:39She's expos'd

0:33:39 > 0:33:41Unto the worst of torture, pain, and fear.

0:33:41 > 0:33:43Speak to her all happy comfort.

0:33:43 > 0:33:47How I do play the fool with mine own danger!

0:33:47 > 0:33:51You are this night, dear friend, to post to Rome:

0:33:51 > 0:33:53My life lies in your service.

0:33:53 > 0:33:54Do not doubt me.

0:33:54 > 0:33:57O, 'tis far from me! and yet fear presents me

0:33:57 > 0:33:59Somewhat that looks like danger.

0:33:59 > 0:34:01Believe it, 'Tis but the shadow of your fear, no more:

0:34:01 > 0:34:04How superstitiously we mind our evils!

0:34:04 > 0:34:06The throwing down salt, or crossing of a hare,

0:34:06 > 0:34:09Bleeding at nose, are all of power

0:34:09 > 0:34:12To daunt whole man in us. Sir, fare you well:

0:34:12 > 0:34:16I wish you all the joys of a blest father;

0:34:16 > 0:34:19And, for my faith, lay this unto your breast,

0:34:19 > 0:34:23Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.

0:34:35 > 0:34:37Sir,

0:34:37 > 0:34:40you are the happy father of a son:

0:34:40 > 0:34:42Your wife commends him to you.

0:34:42 > 0:34:44Blessed comfort!

0:34:46 > 0:34:50For heaven's sake, tend her well:

0:34:51 > 0:34:52I'll presently

0:34:52 > 0:34:55Go set a figure for 's nativity.

0:34:57 > 0:35:01Sure I did hear a woman shriek:

0:35:01 > 0:35:04And the sound came, if I receiv'd it right,

0:35:04 > 0:35:08From the duchess' lodgings. There's some stratagem

0:35:08 > 0:35:10In the confining all our courtiers

0:35:10 > 0:35:12To their several wards: I must have part of it;

0:35:12 > 0:35:16My intelligence would freeze else. List, again!

0:35:16 > 0:35:17It may be 'twas the melancholy bird,

0:35:17 > 0:35:20Best friend of silence and solitariness,

0:35:20 > 0:35:22The owl, that screamed so. Ha! Antonio!

0:35:22 > 0:35:25I heard some noise. Who's there? What art thou? Speak.

0:35:25 > 0:35:28Antonio, put not your face nor body

0:35:28 > 0:35:29To such a forc'd expression of fear;

0:35:29 > 0:35:31I am Bosola, your friend.

0:35:31 > 0:35:33Bosola!

0:35:33 > 0:35:35This mole does undermine me. Heard you not

0:35:35 > 0:35:37- A noise even now? - From whence?

0:35:37 > 0:35:38From the duchess' lodging.

0:35:38 > 0:35:41- Not I: did you? - I did, or else I dream'd.

0:35:41 > 0:35:44- Let's walk towards it. - No!

0:35:44 > 0:35:45It may be 'twas

0:35:45 > 0:35:47But the rising of the wind.

0:35:47 > 0:35:51Very likely. Methinks 'tis very cold, and yet you sweat:

0:35:51 > 0:35:52You look wildly.

0:35:52 > 0:35:53I have been setting a figure

0:35:53 > 0:35:55For the duchess' jewels.

0:35:55 > 0:35:57Ah, and how falls your question?

0:35:57 > 0:35:59Do you find it radical?

0:35:59 > 0:36:00What's that to you?

0:36:00 > 0:36:03'Tis rather to be question'd what design,

0:36:03 > 0:36:05When all men were commanded to their lodgings,

0:36:05 > 0:36:07Makes you a night-walker.

0:36:07 > 0:36:08In sooth, I'll tell you:

0:36:08 > 0:36:11Now all the court's asleep, I thought the devil

0:36:11 > 0:36:14Had least to do here; I came to say my prayers;

0:36:14 > 0:36:15And if it do offend you I do so,

0:36:15 > 0:36:17You are a fine courtier.

0:36:17 > 0:36:19You gave the duchess apricocks today:

0:36:19 > 0:36:21Pray heaven they were not poison'd!

0:36:21 > 0:36:23Poison'd! a Spanish fig For the imputation!

0:36:23 > 0:36:25Traitors are ever confident

0:36:25 > 0:36:28Till they are discover'd. There were jewels stol'n too:

0:36:28 > 0:36:30In my conceit, none are to be suspected

0:36:30 > 0:36:33- More than yourself. - You are a false steward.

0:36:33 > 0:36:36Saucy slave, I'll pull thee up by the roots.

0:36:36 > 0:36:38Maybe the ruin will crush you to pieces.

0:36:41 > 0:36:43My nose bleeds.

0:36:43 > 0:36:45One that were superstitious would count

0:36:45 > 0:36:48This ominous, when it merely comes by chance:

0:36:54 > 0:36:58Two letters, that are wrought here for my name,

0:36:58 > 0:37:00Are drown'd in blood!

0:37:01 > 0:37:04Mere accident. - For you, sir, I'll take order

0:37:04 > 0:37:07I'the morn you shall be safe - 'tis that must colour

0:37:07 > 0:37:11Her lying-in - Sir, this door you pass not:

0:37:11 > 0:37:13I do not hold it fit you come near

0:37:13 > 0:37:16The duchess' lodgings, till you have quit yourself.

0:37:16 > 0:37:20The great are like the base, nay, they are the same,

0:37:20 > 0:37:24When they seek shameful ways to avoid shame.

0:37:24 > 0:37:27HE SNIFFS

0:37:27 > 0:37:30Antonio hereabout did drop a piece of paper:

0:37:30 > 0:37:33Some of your help, false friend. Here it is.

0:37:33 > 0:37:36What's here?

0:37:36 > 0:37:40A child's nativity calculated!

0:37:40 > 0:37:42The Duchess was deliver'd of a son, tween the hours

0:37:42 > 0:37:46of twelve and one in the night, Anno Dom 1504 - that's this year -

0:37:46 > 0:37:49decimo nono Decembris - that's this night -

0:37:49 > 0:37:52taken according to the Meridian of Malfi -

0:37:52 > 0:37:55our Duchess: happy discovery! -

0:37:55 > 0:38:00Why, now 'tis most apparent; this precise fellow

0:38:00 > 0:38:03Is the duchess' bawd: I have it to my wish!

0:38:03 > 0:38:07If one could find the father now! but that

0:38:07 > 0:38:11Time will discover. Old Castruccio

0:38:11 > 0:38:14I' th' morning posts to Rome: by him I'll send

0:38:14 > 0:38:16A letter to her brothers that shall make their galls

0:38:16 > 0:38:21O'erflow their livers. This was a thrifty way.

0:38:21 > 0:38:25Though lust do mask in ne'er so strange disguise,

0:38:25 > 0:38:27She's oft found witty, but is never wise.

0:38:38 > 0:38:39Sit.

0:38:45 > 0:38:50Thou art my best of wishes. Prithee, tell me

0:38:53 > 0:38:56What trick didst thou invent to come to Rome

0:38:56 > 0:38:57Without your husband?

0:38:57 > 0:38:59Why, my lord, I told him

0:38:59 > 0:39:01I came to visit an old anchorite Here for devotion.

0:39:01 > 0:39:04Thou art a witty false one,

0:39:04 > 0:39:05I mean, to him.

0:39:05 > 0:39:08You have prevail'd with me Beyond my strongest thoughts; I would not now

0:39:08 > 0:39:10Find you inconstant.

0:39:10 > 0:39:12Do not put thyself Into a voluntary torture, which proceeds

0:39:12 > 0:39:14- Out of your own guilt. - How, my lord?

0:39:14 > 0:39:17You fear my constancy, because you have approv'd

0:39:17 > 0:39:20Those giddy and wild turnings in yourself.

0:39:20 > 0:39:21Did you e'er find them?

0:39:21 > 0:39:24Sooth, generally for women,

0:39:24 > 0:39:27A man might strive to make glass malleable,

0:39:27 > 0:39:28Ere he should make them fixed.

0:39:28 > 0:39:30This is very well, my lord.

0:39:30 > 0:39:31Why do you weep?

0:39:31 > 0:39:33SHE SOBS

0:39:33 > 0:39:37Are tears your justification? Those self-same tears

0:39:37 > 0:39:40Will fall into your husband's bosom, lady,

0:39:40 > 0:39:44With a loud protestation that you love him

0:39:44 > 0:39:49Above the world. Come, I'll love thee wisely,

0:39:49 > 0:39:52And that's jealously; since I am very certain

0:39:52 > 0:39:54You cannot make me cuckold.

0:39:54 > 0:39:56I'll go home To my husband.

0:39:56 > 0:39:57You may thank me, lady.

0:39:59 > 0:40:02I have taken you off your melancholy perch,

0:40:03 > 0:40:09Born you upon my fist, and show'd you game,

0:40:09 > 0:40:13And let you fly at it. I pray thee, kiss me.

0:40:18 > 0:40:23When thou wast with thy husband, thou wast watch'd

0:40:23 > 0:40:25Like a tame elephant:

0:40:25 > 0:40:27SHE LAUGHS

0:40:27 > 0:40:29Still you are to thank me:

0:40:31 > 0:40:36Thou hadst only kisses from him, lady, and high feeding;

0:40:36 > 0:40:40But what delight was that? Hmm?

0:40:40 > 0:40:42'Twas just like one

0:40:43 > 0:40:46That hath a little fing'ring on the lute

0:40:46 > 0:40:48Yet cannot tune it

0:40:48 > 0:40:51Still you are to thank me.

0:40:56 > 0:40:58You told me of a piteous wound i' th' heart,

0:40:58 > 0:41:00And a sick liver, when you woo'd me first,

0:41:00 > 0:41:02And spake like one in physic.

0:41:02 > 0:41:03KNOCK ON DOOR

0:41:03 > 0:41:04Who's that?

0:41:04 > 0:41:09Rest firm, for my affection to thee,

0:41:09 > 0:41:12Lightning moves slow to 't.

0:41:12 > 0:41:14Madam, a gentleman,

0:41:14 > 0:41:16That 's come post from Malfi, desires to see you.

0:41:19 > 0:41:21Let him enter: I'll withdraw.

0:41:21 > 0:41:22He says

0:41:22 > 0:41:25Your husband, old Castruccio, is come to Rome,

0:41:25 > 0:41:27Most pitifully tir'd with riding post.

0:41:27 > 0:41:29Signior Delio! 'tis one of my old suitors.

0:41:29 > 0:41:31I was bold to come and see you.

0:41:31 > 0:41:32Sir, you are welcome.

0:41:32 > 0:41:33Do you lie here?

0:41:33 > 0:41:35Sure, your own experience Will satisfy you no:

0:41:35 > 0:41:39our Roman prelates Do not keep lodging for ladies.

0:41:39 > 0:41:43Very well: I have brought you no commendations from your husband,

0:41:43 > 0:41:44For I know none by him.

0:41:44 > 0:41:46I hear he's come to Rome.

0:41:46 > 0:41:48I never knew man and beast, of a horse and a knight,

0:41:48 > 0:41:49So weary of each other.

0:41:49 > 0:41:51If he had had a good back,

0:41:51 > 0:41:53He would have undertook to have borne his horse,

0:41:53 > 0:41:55His breech was so pitifully sore.

0:41:55 > 0:41:57Your laughter Is my pity.

0:41:57 > 0:41:58Lady, I know not whether

0:41:58 > 0:42:01You want money, but I have brought you some.

0:42:01 > 0:42:02From my husband?

0:42:02 > 0:42:05No, from mine own allowance.

0:42:06 > 0:42:10I must hear the condition, ere I be bound to take it.

0:42:10 > 0:42:14Look on 't, 'tis gold; hath it not a fine colour?

0:42:16 > 0:42:18I have a bird more beautiful.

0:42:18 > 0:42:21Try the sound on 't.

0:42:21 > 0:42:24A lute-string far exceeds it.

0:42:24 > 0:42:25Your husband's come,

0:42:25 > 0:42:29Hath deliver'd a letter to the Duke of Calabria

0:42:29 > 0:42:31That, to my thinking, hath put him out of his wits.

0:42:31 > 0:42:32Sir, you hear:

0:42:32 > 0:42:34Pray, let me know your business and your suit

0:42:34 > 0:42:35As briefly as can be.

0:42:35 > 0:42:37With good speed: I would wish you,

0:42:37 > 0:42:41At such time as you are non-resident With your husband, my mistress.

0:42:50 > 0:42:52Sir, I'll go ask my husband if I shall,

0:42:52 > 0:42:54And straight return your answer.

0:42:54 > 0:43:00Very fine! Is this her wit, or honesty, that speaks thus?

0:43:00 > 0:43:02I heard one say the duke was highly mov'd

0:43:02 > 0:43:04With a letter sent from Malfi.

0:43:04 > 0:43:05I do fear Antonio is betray'd.

0:43:05 > 0:43:07I have this night digg'd up a mandrake.

0:43:07 > 0:43:09- Say you? - And I am grown mad with 't.

0:43:09 > 0:43:10What's the prodigy?

0:43:10 > 0:43:15Read there, a sister damn'd: she 's loose i' the hilts;

0:43:15 > 0:43:17Grown a notorious strumpet.

0:43:17 > 0:43:18Speak lower.

0:43:18 > 0:43:20Lower!

0:43:20 > 0:43:23Rogues do not whisper 't now, but seek to publish 't Aloud.

0:43:23 > 0:43:24O, confusion seize her!

0:43:24 > 0:43:28She hath had most cunning bawds to serve her turn,

0:43:28 > 0:43:33And more secure conveyances for lust Than towns of garrison for service.

0:43:33 > 0:43:35Is 't possible? Can this be certain?

0:43:35 > 0:43:38Rhubarb, O, for rhubarb To purge this choler!

0:43:38 > 0:43:40Here 's the cursed day

0:43:40 > 0:43:45To prompt my memory; and here 't shall stick

0:43:45 > 0:43:49Till of her bleeding heart I make a sponge

0:43:49 > 0:43:51To wipe it out.

0:43:51 > 0:43:54Why do you make yourself So wild a tempest?

0:43:54 > 0:43:55Would I could be one,

0:43:55 > 0:43:57That I might toss her palace 'bout her ears,

0:43:57 > 0:44:01Root up her goodly forests, blast her meads,

0:44:01 > 0:44:04And lay her general territory as waste

0:44:04 > 0:44:06As she hath done her honours.

0:44:06 > 0:44:08Shall our blood,

0:44:08 > 0:44:11The royal blood of Arragon and Castile,

0:44:11 > 0:44:13Be thus attainted?

0:44:16 > 0:44:17Apply desperate physic.

0:44:17 > 0:44:21We must not now use balsamum, but fire,

0:44:21 > 0:44:24The smarting cupping-glass, for that's the mean

0:44:24 > 0:44:27To purge infected blood, such blood as hers.

0:44:30 > 0:44:34There is a kind of pity in mine eye,

0:44:34 > 0:44:43I'll give it to my handkercher; and now 'tis here,

0:44:43 > 0:44:46I'll bequeath this to her bastard.

0:44:46 > 0:44:47What to do?

0:44:47 > 0:44:51Why, to make soft lint for his mother's wounds,

0:44:51 > 0:44:53When I have hew'd her to pieces.

0:44:53 > 0:44:54Curs'd creature!

0:44:54 > 0:44:57Unequal nature, to place women's hearts

0:44:57 > 0:44:58So far upon the left side!

0:44:58 > 0:45:00Foolish men,

0:45:00 > 0:45:03That e'er will trust their honour in a bark

0:45:03 > 0:45:05Made of so slight weak bulrush as is woman,

0:45:05 > 0:45:08Apt every minute to sink it!

0:45:11 > 0:45:17Methinks I see her laughing, Excellent hyena!

0:45:17 > 0:45:19Talk to me somewhat quickly,

0:45:19 > 0:45:22Or my imagination will carry me

0:45:22 > 0:45:25To see her in the shameful act of sin.

0:45:25 > 0:45:26With whom?

0:45:26 > 0:45:30Happily with some strong-thigh'd bargeman,

0:45:30 > 0:45:35Or one o' th' wood-yard that can quoit the sledge

0:45:35 > 0:45:39Or toss the bar, or else some lovely squire

0:45:39 > 0:45:43That carries coals up to her privy lodgings.

0:45:43 > 0:45:44You fly beyond your reason.

0:45:44 > 0:45:46Go to, mistress!

0:45:46 > 0:45:49'Tis not your whore's milk that shall quench my wild-fire,

0:45:49 > 0:45:51But your whore's blood.

0:45:54 > 0:45:57How idly shows this rage, which carries you,

0:45:57 > 0:46:01As men convey'd by witches on the air,

0:46:01 > 0:46:03Through violent whirlwinds!

0:46:03 > 0:46:05This intemperate noise

0:46:05 > 0:46:08Fitly resembles deaf men's shrill discourse,

0:46:08 > 0:46:10Who talk aloud, thinking all other men

0:46:10 > 0:46:11To have their imperfection.

0:46:11 > 0:46:14- Have not you My palsy? - Yes,

0:46:17 > 0:46:20But I can be angry Without this rupture.

0:46:23 > 0:46:24There is not in nature

0:46:24 > 0:46:28A thing that makes man so deform'd, so beastly,

0:46:28 > 0:46:31As doth intemperate anger.

0:46:31 > 0:46:36Chide yourself. Come, put yourself in tune.

0:46:42 > 0:46:48So I will only study to seem The thing I am not.

0:46:48 > 0:46:50I am confident, had I been damn'd in hell,

0:46:50 > 0:46:52And should have heard of this, it would have put me

0:46:52 > 0:46:54Into a cold sweat.

0:46:54 > 0:46:56In, in;

0:46:56 > 0:46:59I'll go sleep.

0:47:00 > 0:47:05Till I know who leaps my sister, I'll not stir:

0:47:05 > 0:47:07That known,

0:47:07 > 0:47:10I'll find scorpions to sting my whips,

0:47:10 > 0:47:13And fix her in a general eclipse.

0:47:21 > 0:47:25Our noble friend, my most beloved Delio!

0:47:25 > 0:47:29O, you have been a stranger long at court:

0:47:29 > 0:47:31Came you along with the Lord Ferdinand?

0:47:31 > 0:47:35I did, sir: and how fares your noble duchess?

0:47:35 > 0:47:40Right fortunately well: she's an excellent Feeder of pedigrees;

0:47:40 > 0:47:42since you last saw her,

0:47:42 > 0:47:45She hath had two children more, a son and daughter.

0:47:45 > 0:47:46Pray, sir, tell me,

0:47:46 > 0:47:47Hath not this news arriv'd yet to the ear

0:47:47 > 0:47:48Of the lord cardinal?

0:47:48 > 0:47:49I fear it hath:

0:47:49 > 0:47:52The Lord Ferdinand, that 's newly come to court,

0:47:52 > 0:47:55- Doth bear himself right dangerously. - Pray, why?

0:47:55 > 0:47:57He is so quiet that he seems to sleep

0:47:57 > 0:48:00The tempest out, as dormice do in winter.

0:48:00 > 0:48:03Those houses that are haunted are most still

0:48:03 > 0:48:05Till the devil be up.

0:48:05 > 0:48:06What say the common people?

0:48:06 > 0:48:11The common rabble do directly say She is a strumpet.

0:48:11 > 0:48:12For any obligation

0:48:12 > 0:48:13Of love or marriage between her and me

0:48:13 > 0:48:15They never dream of.

0:48:15 > 0:48:17The Lord Ferdinand

0:48:17 > 0:48:18Is going to bed.

0:48:21 > 0:48:23SHE HUMS QUIETLY

0:48:32 > 0:48:35I'll instantly to bed, For I am weary.

0:48:35 > 0:48:37I am to be your bespeak

0:48:37 > 0:48:39A husband for you.

0:48:39 > 0:48:41For me, sir! Pray, who is 't?

0:48:41 > 0:48:43The great Count Malatesti.

0:48:43 > 0:48:46Fie upon him! A count!

0:48:46 > 0:48:49He's a mere stick of sugar-candy; You may look quite through him.

0:48:49 > 0:48:51When I choose A husband,

0:48:51 > 0:48:53I will marry for your honour.

0:48:53 > 0:48:55You shall do well in 't.

0:48:55 > 0:48:58How is 't, worthy Antonio?

0:48:58 > 0:49:01But, sir, I am to have private conference with you

0:49:01 > 0:49:03About a scandalous report is spread

0:49:03 > 0:49:04Touching mine honour.

0:49:04 > 0:49:06Let me be ever deaf to 't:

0:49:06 > 0:49:10One of Pasquil's paper-bullets, court-calumny,

0:49:10 > 0:49:14A pestilent air, which princes' palaces

0:49:14 > 0:49:15Are seldom purg'd of.

0:49:15 > 0:49:20Yet, say that it were true, I pour it in your bosom,

0:49:22 > 0:49:23my fix'd love

0:49:23 > 0:49:27Would strongly excuse, extenuate, nay, deny

0:49:27 > 0:49:31Faults, were they apparent in you.

0:49:33 > 0:49:34Go, be safe

0:49:34 > 0:49:37In your own innocency.

0:49:37 > 0:49:41O bless'd comfort! This deadly air is purg'd.

0:49:46 > 0:49:47Her guilt treads on

0:49:47 > 0:49:49Hot-burning coulters.

0:49:49 > 0:49:51Now, Bosola,

0:49:51 > 0:49:53How thrives our intelligence?

0:49:53 > 0:49:54Sir, uncertainly:

0:49:54 > 0:49:57'Tis rumour'd she hath had three bastards, but

0:49:57 > 0:49:59By whom we may go read i' the stars.

0:49:59 > 0:50:00Why, some

0:50:00 > 0:50:02Hold opinion all things are written there.

0:50:02 > 0:50:04Yes, if we could find spectacles to read them.

0:50:04 > 0:50:06I do suspect there hath been some sorcery

0:50:06 > 0:50:09- Us'd on the duchess. - Sorcery! to what purpose?

0:50:09 > 0:50:10To make her dote on some desertless fellow

0:50:10 > 0:50:12She shames to acknowledge.

0:50:12 > 0:50:13Can your faith give way

0:50:13 > 0:50:15To think there's power in potions or in charms,

0:50:15 > 0:50:17To make us love whether we will or no?

0:50:17 > 0:50:19- Most certainly. - Away!

0:50:19 > 0:50:21these are mere gulleries, horrid things,

0:50:21 > 0:50:24Invented by some cheating mountebanks

0:50:24 > 0:50:25To abuse us.

0:50:25 > 0:50:29Do you think that herbs or charms Can force the will?

0:50:29 > 0:50:33This night I will force confession from her.

0:50:34 > 0:50:35You told me

0:50:35 > 0:50:38You had got, within these two days, a false key

0:50:38 > 0:50:40- Into her bed-chamber. - I have.

0:50:40 > 0:50:41- As I would wish. - What do you intend to do?

0:50:41 > 0:50:42- Can you guess? - No.

0:50:42 > 0:50:44Do not ask, then:

0:50:44 > 0:50:48He that can compass me, and know my drifts,

0:50:48 > 0:50:53May say he hath put a girdle 'bout the world,

0:50:53 > 0:50:55And sounded all her quick-sands.

0:50:55 > 0:50:56I do not Think so.

0:50:56 > 0:50:58What do you think, then, pray?

0:50:58 > 0:50:59That you

0:50:59 > 0:51:01Are your own chronicle too much, and grossly

0:51:01 > 0:51:03Flatter yourself.

0:51:03 > 0:51:05Give me thy hand;

0:51:09 > 0:51:11I thank thee:

0:51:12 > 0:51:14I never gave pension but to flatterers,

0:51:14 > 0:51:17Till I entertained thee. Farewell.

0:51:18 > 0:51:22That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks,

0:51:22 > 0:51:26Who rails into his belief all his defects.

0:51:33 > 0:51:36THEY SING "ZEFIRO TORNA"

0:52:22 > 0:52:24Bring me the casket hither, and the glass.

0:52:24 > 0:52:26You get no lodging here to-night, my lord.

0:52:26 > 0:52:30Indeed, I must persuade one.

0:52:30 > 0:52:33Very good: I hope in time 'twill grow into a custom,

0:52:33 > 0:52:36That noblemen shall come with cap and knee

0:52:36 > 0:52:38To purchase a night's lodging of their wives.

0:52:41 > 0:52:43I must lie here.

0:52:43 > 0:52:46Must! You are a lord of mis-rule.

0:52:46 > 0:52:49Indeed, my rule is only in the night.

0:52:49 > 0:52:51To what use will you put me?

0:52:51 > 0:52:52We'll sleep together.

0:52:52 > 0:52:56Alas, what pleasure can two lovers find in sleep?

0:52:56 > 0:53:01My lord, I lie with her often and know she will much disquiet you.

0:53:01 > 0:53:03See, you are complained off.

0:53:03 > 0:53:06For she's the sprawling'st bedfellow

0:53:06 > 0:53:08I shall like her the better for that.

0:53:08 > 0:53:10Sir, shall I ask you a question?

0:53:10 > 0:53:12I pray thee, Cariola

0:53:12 > 0:53:18Wherefore still when you lie with my Lady, do you rise so early?

0:53:18 > 0:53:22Labouring men count the clock oftenest, Cariola,

0:53:22 > 0:53:24are glad when their tasks ended.

0:53:24 > 0:53:27I'll stop your mouth.

0:53:27 > 0:53:28Nay, that 's but one;

0:53:28 > 0:53:32Venus had two soft doves To draw her chariot;

0:53:32 > 0:53:34I must have another.

0:53:37 > 0:53:38I prithee,

0:53:38 > 0:53:41When were we so merry?

0:53:41 > 0:53:43My hair tangles.

0:53:43 > 0:53:45Pray thee, Cariola, let's steal forth the room,

0:53:45 > 0:53:48And let her talk to herself: I have divers times

0:53:48 > 0:53:51Serv'd her the like, when she hath chaf'd extremely.

0:53:52 > 0:53:54I love to see her angry. Softly, Cariola.

0:53:54 > 0:53:58Doth not the colour of my hair 'gin to change?

0:53:58 > 0:54:00When I wax gray, I shall have all the court

0:54:00 > 0:54:03Powder their hair with arras, to be like me.

0:54:04 > 0:54:08You have cause to love me; I ent'red you into my heart

0:54:08 > 0:54:12Before you would vouchsafe to call for the keys.

0:54:12 > 0:54:16We shall one day have my brothers take you napping.

0:54:16 > 0:54:18Methinks his presence, being now in court,

0:54:18 > 0:54:22Should make you keep your own bed; but you'll say

0:54:22 > 0:54:26Love mix'd with fear is sweetest.

0:54:26 > 0:54:27I'll assure you,

0:54:27 > 0:54:30You shall get no more children till my brothers

0:54:30 > 0:54:33Consent to be your gossips.

0:54:33 > 0:54:34Have you lost your...?

0:54:39 > 0:54:40'Tis welcome:

0:54:40 > 0:54:43For know, whether I am doom'd to live or die,

0:54:43 > 0:54:45I can do both like a prince.

0:54:48 > 0:54:52Die, then, quickly!

0:54:52 > 0:54:54Virtue, where art thou hid?

0:54:54 > 0:54:56What hideous thing Is it that doth eclipse thee?

0:54:56 > 0:54:59- Pray, sir, hear me. - Or is it true thou art but a bare name,

0:54:59 > 0:55:01- And no essential thing? - Sir...

0:55:01 > 0:55:03- Do not speak. - No, sir...

0:55:03 > 0:55:06I will plant my soul in mine ears, to hear you.

0:55:06 > 0:55:10O most imperfect light of human reason,

0:55:10 > 0:55:13That makest so unhappy to foresee What we can least prevent!

0:55:13 > 0:55:15I pray, sir, hear me: I am married.

0:55:15 > 0:55:16So!

0:55:16 > 0:55:19Happily, not to your liking: but for that,

0:55:19 > 0:55:21Alas, your shears do come untimely now

0:55:21 > 0:55:24To clip the bird's wings that's already flown!

0:55:24 > 0:55:26Will you see my husband?

0:55:26 > 0:55:30Yes, if I could change Eyes with a basilisk.

0:55:30 > 0:55:32Sure, you came hither By his confederacy.

0:55:32 > 0:55:33The howling of a wolf

0:55:33 > 0:55:37Is music to thee, screech-owl: prithee, peace.

0:55:40 > 0:55:44Whate'er thou art that hast enjoy'd my sister,

0:55:45 > 0:55:49For I am sure thou hear'st me, for thine own sake

0:55:49 > 0:55:50Let me not know thee.

0:55:50 > 0:55:51I came hither prepar'd

0:55:51 > 0:55:53To work thy discovery; yet am now persuaded

0:55:53 > 0:55:57It would beget such violent effects As would damn us both.

0:55:57 > 0:56:00I would not for ten millions

0:56:00 > 0:56:04I had beheld thee: therefore use all means

0:56:04 > 0:56:07I never may have knowledge of thy name;

0:56:07 > 0:56:11Enjoy thy lust still,

0:56:11 > 0:56:15and a wretched life,

0:56:16 > 0:56:24On that condition. And for thee, vile woman,

0:56:26 > 0:56:28If thou do wish thy lecher may grow old

0:56:28 > 0:56:31In thy embracements, I would have thee build

0:56:31 > 0:56:33Such a room for him as our anchorites

0:56:33 > 0:56:35To holier use inhabit.

0:56:35 > 0:56:36Let not the sun

0:56:36 > 0:56:38Shine on him till he's dead; let dogs and monkeys

0:56:38 > 0:56:41Only converse with him, and such dumb things

0:56:41 > 0:56:44To whom nature denies use to sound his name;

0:56:44 > 0:56:46Do not keep a paraquito, lest she learn it;

0:56:49 > 0:56:54If thou do love him,

0:56:54 > 0:56:56cut out thine own tongue,

0:56:56 > 0:56:59- Lest it bewray him. - Why might not I marry?

0:56:59 > 0:57:01I have not gone about in this to create

0:57:01 > 0:57:03Any new world or custom.

0:57:03 > 0:57:05Thou art undone;

0:57:06 > 0:57:10And thou hast ta'en that massy sheet of lead

0:57:10 > 0:57:14That hid thy husband's bones, and folded it

0:57:14 > 0:57:15About my heart.

0:57:15 > 0:57:19- Mine bleeds for 't. - Thine! thy heart!

0:57:21 > 0:57:25What should I name 't unless a hollow bullet

0:57:25 > 0:57:28Fill'd with unquenchable wild-fire?

0:57:28 > 0:57:29You are in this

0:57:29 > 0:57:32Too strict; and were you not my princely brother,

0:57:32 > 0:57:34I would say, too wilful: my reputation

0:57:34 > 0:57:37- Is safe. - Dost thou know what reputation is?

0:57:37 > 0:57:41I'll tell thee, to small purpose,

0:57:41 > 0:57:44since the instruction Comes now too late.

0:57:51 > 0:57:54Upon a time Reputation,

0:57:54 > 0:57:55Love, and Death,

0:57:55 > 0:57:58Would travel o'er the world; and it was concluded

0:57:58 > 0:58:01That they should part, and take three several ways.

0:58:01 > 0:58:04Death told them, they should find him in great battles,

0:58:04 > 0:58:06Or cities plagu'd with plagues:

0:58:06 > 0:58:07Love gives them counsel

0:58:07 > 0:58:10To inquire for him 'mongst unambitious shepherds,

0:58:10 > 0:58:13Where dowries were not talk'd of, and sometimes

0:58:13 > 0:58:16'Mongst quiet kindred that had nothing left

0:58:16 > 0:58:18By their dead parents:

0:58:21 > 0:58:24"Stay," quoth Reputation,

0:58:26 > 0:58:29"Do not forsake me; for it is my nature,

0:58:29 > 0:58:35"If once I part from any man I meet, I am never found again."

0:58:37 > 0:58:39And so for you:

0:58:41 > 0:58:44You have shook hands with Reputation,

0:58:44 > 0:58:48And made him invisible.

0:58:56 > 0:58:58So,

0:59:02 > 0:59:05fare you well:

0:59:05 > 0:59:06I-I-I will never see you more.

0:59:06 > 0:59:08Why should only I,

0:59:08 > 0:59:09Of all the other princes of the world,

0:59:09 > 0:59:12Be cas'd up, like a holy relic?

0:59:12 > 0:59:14I have youth And a little beauty.

0:59:14 > 0:59:17So you have some virgins That are witches.

0:59:19 > 0:59:23I will never see thee more.

0:59:31 > 0:59:33You saw this apparition?

0:59:33 > 0:59:36Yes: we are Betray'd.

0:59:36 > 0:59:38How came he hither?

0:59:38 > 0:59:40I should turn This to thee, for that.

0:59:40 > 0:59:41Pray, sir, do; and when

0:59:41 > 0:59:44That you have cleft my heart, you shall read there

0:59:44 > 0:59:45Mine innocence.

0:59:45 > 0:59:47That gallery gave him entrance.

0:59:47 > 0:59:50I would this terrible thing would come again,

0:59:50 > 0:59:52That, standing on my guard, I might relate

0:59:52 > 0:59:53My warrantable love.

0:59:53 > 0:59:55Ha! what means this?

0:59:55 > 0:59:56He left this with me.

0:59:56 > 0:59:59And it seems did wish You would use it on yourself.

0:59:59 > 1:00:02His action seem'd To intend so much.

1:00:02 > 1:00:03This hath a handle to 't,

1:00:03 > 1:00:06As well as a point: turn it towards him,

1:00:06 > 1:00:09And so fasten the keen edge in his rank gall.

1:00:09 > 1:00:11- KNOCK AT DOOR - How now! Who knocks?

1:00:11 > 1:00:12More earthquakes?

1:00:12 > 1:00:14I stand as if a mine beneath my feet were ready

1:00:14 > 1:00:16- To be blown up. - 'Tis Bosola.

1:00:16 > 1:00:18Away! O misery!

1:00:18 > 1:00:21Methinks unjust actions must wear these masks and curtains,

1:00:21 > 1:00:22and not we.

1:00:22 > 1:00:25You must instantly part hence: I have fashion'd it already.

1:00:25 > 1:00:27The duke your brother is ta'en up in a whirlwind;

1:00:27 > 1:00:29Hath took horse, and has rid post to Rome.

1:00:29 > 1:00:32- So late?- He told me, as he mounted into the saddle, you were undone.

1:00:32 > 1:00:35- Indeed, I am very near it. - What's the matter?

1:00:35 > 1:00:37Antonio, the master of our household,

1:00:37 > 1:00:40hath dealt so falsely with me in his accounts.

1:00:40 > 1:00:42My brother stood engaged with me for money

1:00:42 > 1:00:44Ta'en up of certain Neapolitan Jews,

1:00:44 > 1:00:46And Antonio lets the bonds be forfeit.

1:00:46 > 1:00:48Strange! This is cunning.

1:00:48 > 1:00:51And hereupon My brother's bills at Naples are protested

1:00:51 > 1:00:53- Against. Call up our officers. - I shall.

1:00:57 > 1:01:00The place that you must fly to is Ancona. Hire a house there;

1:01:00 > 1:01:02I'll send after you My treasure and my jewels.

1:01:02 > 1:01:04Our weak safety Runs upon enginous wheels:

1:01:04 > 1:01:07short syllables, Must stand for periods.

1:01:07 > 1:01:10I must now accuse you of a feigned crime, a noble lie,

1:01:10 > 1:01:12'cause it must shield our honours. Hark!

1:01:12 > 1:01:13- They are coming. - Will your grace hear me?

1:01:13 > 1:01:16I have got well by you; you have yielded me

1:01:16 > 1:01:17A million of loss:

1:01:17 > 1:01:20I am like to inherit The people's curses for your stewardship.

1:01:20 > 1:01:24Gentlemen, I would have this man be an example to you all,

1:01:24 > 1:01:28So shall you hold my favour; I pray, let him;

1:01:28 > 1:01:30For he has done that, alas,

1:01:30 > 1:01:35you would not think of, And, because I intend to be

1:01:35 > 1:01:38rid of him, I mean not to publish. Use your fortune elsewhere.

1:01:38 > 1:01:42I am all yours; and 'tis very fit

1:01:42 > 1:01:43All mine should be so.

1:01:43 > 1:01:45So, sir, you have your pass.

1:01:45 > 1:01:48You may see, gentlemen, what is to serve

1:01:48 > 1:01:51A prince with body and soul.

1:01:56 > 1:01:58I would know what are your opinions

1:01:58 > 1:02:00Of this Antonio.

1:02:00 > 1:02:04Well, he could not abide to see a pig's head gaping:

1:02:04 > 1:02:06I thought your grace would find him a Jew.

1:02:06 > 1:02:10- I would you had been his officer, for your own sake. - You would have had more money.

1:02:10 > 1:02:15He stopped his ears with black wool, and to those came to him for money, said he was thick of hearing.

1:02:15 > 1:02:19Some said he was an hermaphrodite, for he could not abide a woman.

1:02:19 > 1:02:22How scurvy proud he would look when the treasury was full!

1:02:22 > 1:02:24- Well, let him go.- Leave us.

1:02:28 > 1:02:30What do you think of these?

1:02:30 > 1:02:33That these are rogues that in his prosperity,

1:02:33 > 1:02:36But to have waited on his fortune, could have wish'd

1:02:36 > 1:02:39His dirty stirrup riveted through their noses,

1:02:39 > 1:02:41And follow'd after his mule, like a bear in a ring;

1:02:41 > 1:02:44Would have prostituted their daughters to his lust,

1:02:44 > 1:02:48And do these lice drop off now?

1:02:48 > 1:02:50Well, never look to have the like again:

1:02:50 > 1:02:52He hath left a sort of flattering of rogues behind;

1:02:52 > 1:02:55- Their doom must follow. Alas, poor gentleman!- Poor!

1:02:55 > 1:02:59- He hath amply fill'd his coffers. - Sure, he was too honest.

1:02:59 > 1:03:02Let me show you what a most unvalu'd jewel

1:03:02 > 1:03:06You have in a wanton humour thrown away.

1:03:06 > 1:03:08He was an excellent Courtier and most faithful;

1:03:08 > 1:03:11a soldier that thought it As beastly to know his own value

1:03:11 > 1:03:14too little As devilish to acknowledge it too much.

1:03:14 > 1:03:16Both his virtue and form deserv'd a far better fortune.

1:03:16 > 1:03:20- But he was basely descended.- Will you make yourself a mercenary herald,

1:03:20 > 1:03:22Rather to examine men's pedigrees than virtues?

1:03:22 > 1:03:28You shall want him: For know an honest statesman to a prince

1:03:28 > 1:03:32Is like a cedar planted by a spring; The spring bathes the tree's root,

1:03:32 > 1:03:35the grateful tree Rewards it with his shadow -

1:03:35 > 1:03:37you have not done so.

1:03:37 > 1:03:39I would sooner swim to the Bermoothes on

1:03:39 > 1:03:42Two politicians' rotten bladders, tied

1:03:42 > 1:03:44Together with an intelligencer's heart-string,

1:03:44 > 1:03:47Than depend on so changeable a prince's favour.

1:03:47 > 1:03:49Fare thee well, Antonio!

1:03:49 > 1:03:51It cannot be said yet That any ill happen'd unto thee,

1:03:51 > 1:03:53considering thy fall Was accompanied with virtue.

1:03:53 > 1:03:55O, you render me excellent music!

1:03:55 > 1:03:56Say you?

1:03:56 > 1:03:59This good one that you speak of is my husband.

1:04:00 > 1:04:03Do I not dream?

1:04:04 > 1:04:05Can this ambitious age

1:04:05 > 1:04:08Have so much goodness in it as to prefer

1:04:08 > 1:04:10A man merely for worth, without these shadows

1:04:10 > 1:04:12Of wealth and painted honours?

1:04:12 > 1:04:15- Possible? - I have had three children by him.

1:04:15 > 1:04:19Oh! Fortunate lady!

1:04:19 > 1:04:21For you have made your private nuptial bed

1:04:21 > 1:04:24The humble and fair seminary of peace.

1:04:24 > 1:04:27No question but many an unbenefic'd scholar

1:04:27 > 1:04:29Shall pray for you for this deed, and rejoice

1:04:29 > 1:04:32That some preferment in the world can yet

1:04:32 > 1:04:34Arise from merit.

1:04:34 > 1:04:36The virgins of your land That have no dowries shall

1:04:36 > 1:04:39hope your example Will raise them to rich husbands.

1:04:39 > 1:04:41Should you want Soldiers, 'twould make the very Turks and Moors

1:04:41 > 1:04:45Turn Christians, and serve you for this act.

1:04:45 > 1:04:47Last, the neglected poets of your time,

1:04:47 > 1:04:52In honour of this trophy of a man, Rais'd by that curious engine,

1:04:52 > 1:04:56your white hand, Shall thank you, in your grave, for it.

1:04:56 > 1:04:58For Antonio, His fame shall likewise flow from many a pen,

1:04:58 > 1:05:02As I taste comfort in this friendly speech,

1:05:02 > 1:05:04So would I find concealment.

1:05:04 > 1:05:07O, the secret of my prince, Which I will wear on th' inside of my heart!

1:05:07 > 1:05:09You shall take charge of all my coin and jewels,

1:05:09 > 1:05:12And follow him; for he retires himself To Ancona.

1:05:12 > 1:05:14- So.- Whither, within few days, I mean to follow thee.

1:05:14 > 1:05:17Let me think: I would your grace to feign a pilgrimage

1:05:17 > 1:05:19To our Lady of Loretto, scarce seven leagues

1:05:19 > 1:05:22From fair Ancona; so may you depart

1:05:22 > 1:05:24Your country with more grace and your flight

1:05:24 > 1:05:25Will seem a princely progress, retaining

1:05:25 > 1:05:28- Your usual train about you. - Sir, your direction Shall lead me by the hand.

1:05:28 > 1:05:31In my opinion, She were better progress

1:05:31 > 1:05:33to the baths at Lucca, Or go visit the Spa in Germany;

1:05:33 > 1:05:35For, if you will believe me,

1:05:35 > 1:05:39I do not like This jesting with religion,

1:05:39 > 1:05:40This feigned pilgrimage.

1:05:40 > 1:05:47Thou art a superstitious fool: Prepare us instantly for our departure.

1:05:47 > 1:05:51Past sorrows, let us moderately lament them,

1:05:51 > 1:05:55For those to come, seek wisely to prevent them.

1:06:01 > 1:06:02Oh.

1:06:02 > 1:06:04LAUGHTER

1:06:04 > 1:06:07A politician is the devil's quilted anvil;

1:06:07 > 1:06:10He fashions all sins on him, and the blows

1:06:10 > 1:06:13Are never heard:

1:06:13 > 1:06:16he may work in a lady's chamber, As here for proof.

1:06:16 > 1:06:21What rests but I reveal All to my lord?

1:06:22 > 1:06:24O, this base quality Of intelligencer!

1:06:26 > 1:06:29Why, every quality in the world

1:06:29 > 1:06:31Prefers but gain or commendation.

1:06:31 > 1:06:36Now, for this act I am certain to be rais'd,

1:06:36 > 1:06:40And men that paint weeds to the life are prais'd.

1:06:40 > 1:06:43Must we turn soldier, then?

1:06:43 > 1:06:46The emperor, Hearing your worth that way, ere you attain'd

1:06:46 > 1:06:49This reverend garment, joins you in commission

1:06:49 > 1:06:53With the right fortunate soldier the Marquis of Pescara,

1:06:53 > 1:06:55And the famous Lannoy.

1:06:55 > 1:07:00- He that had the honour Of taking the French king prisoner? - The same.

1:07:00 > 1:07:03He has a plot drawn for a new fortification At Naples.

1:07:03 > 1:07:06This great Count Malatesti, I perceive, Hath got employment?

1:07:06 > 1:07:10No employment, my lord; A marginal note in the muster-book,

1:07:10 > 1:07:12- that he is A voluntary lord.- He's no soldier.

1:07:12 > 1:07:16He has worn gun-powder in his hollow tooth for the tooth-ache.

1:07:16 > 1:07:18He comes to the leaguer with a full intent

1:07:18 > 1:07:20To eat fresh beef and garlic, means to stay

1:07:20 > 1:07:23Till the scent be gone, and straight return to court.

1:07:23 > 1:07:27- He hath read all the late service As the City-Chronicle relates it: - Then he'll fight by the book.

1:07:27 > 1:07:30He would run away from a battle, to save it from taking his mistress' scarf prisoner.

1:07:30 > 1:07:34He is horribly afraid gun-powder will spoil the perfume on him.

1:07:34 > 1:07:37Bosola arriv'd! What should be the business?

1:07:37 > 1:07:39Some falling-out amongst the cardinals.

1:07:39 > 1:07:43These factions amongst great men, they are like

1:07:43 > 1:07:46Foxes, when their heads are divided, They carry fire in their tails,

1:07:46 > 1:07:49and all the country About them goes to wrack for it.

1:07:49 > 1:07:54- What's that Bosola? - I knew him in Padua, a fantastical scholar, like such who study to know

1:07:54 > 1:07:57how many knots was in Hercules' club, of what colour Achilles'

1:07:57 > 1:08:00beard was, or whether Hector were not troubled with the tooth-ache.

1:08:00 > 1:08:03He hath studied himself half blear-eyed to know the true symmetry

1:08:03 > 1:08:05of Caesar's nose by a shoeing-horn;

1:08:05 > 1:08:10and this he did to gain the name of a speculative man.

1:08:10 > 1:08:14Mark Prince Ferdinand: A very salamander lives in his eye,

1:08:14 > 1:08:16To mock the eager violence of fire.

1:08:16 > 1:08:19That cardinal hath made more bad faces with his oppression

1:08:19 > 1:08:21than ever Michelangelo made good ones.

1:08:21 > 1:08:25- He lifts up his nose, like a foul porpoise before a storm. - LAUGHTER

1:08:25 > 1:08:27The Lord Ferdinand laughs.

1:08:27 > 1:08:30Like a deadly cannon That lightens ere it smokes.

1:08:30 > 1:08:33These are your true pangs of death, The pangs of life,

1:08:33 > 1:08:35that struggle with great statesmen.

1:08:35 > 1:08:39In such a deformed silence witches whisper their charms.

1:08:39 > 1:08:41Doth she make religion her riding-hood

1:08:41 > 1:08:43- To keep her from the sun and tempest? - That, that damns her.

1:08:43 > 1:08:48Methinks her fault and beauty, Blended together, show like leprosy, The whiter, the fouler.

1:08:48 > 1:08:49I make it a question

1:08:49 > 1:08:52Whether her beggarly brats were ever christ'ned.

1:08:52 > 1:08:55I will instantly solicit the state of Ancona and have them banish'd.

1:08:55 > 1:08:59You are for Loretto: I shall not be at your ceremony; fare you well.

1:09:01 > 1:09:03Antonio!

1:09:04 > 1:09:07A slave that only smell'd of ink and counters,

1:09:07 > 1:09:10And never in his life look'd like a gentleman,

1:09:10 > 1:09:13But in the audit-time. Go, go presently,

1:09:13 > 1:09:16Draw me out an hundred and fifty of our horse,

1:09:16 > 1:09:18And meet me at the footbridge.

1:09:19 > 1:09:22HE BLOWS A RASPBERRY

1:09:27 > 1:09:29LAUGHTER

1:09:29 > 1:09:32BELL RINGS

1:09:32 > 1:09:35CHORAL SINGING

1:10:00 > 1:10:03I have not seen a goodlier shrine than this, Yet I have visited many.

1:10:03 > 1:10:07The Cardinal of Arragon comes this day to resign his cardinal's hat:

1:10:07 > 1:10:09His sister duchess likewise is arriv'd

1:10:09 > 1:10:11To pay her vow of pilgrimage. I expect a noble ceremony.

1:10:11 > 1:10:13No question. They come.

1:10:13 > 1:10:16BELL RINGS

1:10:19 > 1:10:24CHORAL SINGING

1:11:13 > 1:11:18# Arms and honours deck thy story

1:11:18 > 1:11:24# To thy fame's eternal glory

1:11:24 > 1:11:30# Adverse fortune ever fly thee

1:11:30 > 1:11:35# No disastrous fate come nigh thee

1:11:35 > 1:11:41# I alone will sing thy praises

1:11:41 > 1:11:47# Whom to honour virtue raises

1:11:47 > 1:11:53# And thy study, that divine is

1:11:53 > 1:11:59# Bent to martial discipline is

1:11:59 > 1:12:04# Lay aside all robes lie by thee

1:12:04 > 1:12:09# Crown thy arts with arms

1:12:09 > 1:12:17# They'll beautify thee. #

1:12:19 > 1:12:20Alas, Antonio!

1:12:20 > 1:12:24If that a man be thrust into a well, No matter who sets hand to it,

1:12:24 > 1:12:27his own weight Will bring him sooner to the bottom.

1:12:27 > 1:12:31Come, let's hence. Fortune makes this conclusion general,

1:12:31 > 1:12:35All things do help the unhappy man to fall.

1:12:35 > 1:12:36Banish'd Ancona!

1:12:36 > 1:12:40Yes, you see what power Lightens in great men's breath.

1:12:40 > 1:12:42Is all our train Shrunk to this poor remainder?

1:12:42 > 1:12:45These poor men Which have got little in your service, vow

1:12:45 > 1:12:49To take your fortune: but your wiser buntings,

1:12:49 > 1:12:51Now they are fledg'd, are gone.

1:12:51 > 1:12:53They have done wisely.

1:12:53 > 1:12:56This puts me in mind of death: physicians thus,

1:12:56 > 1:12:58With their hands full of money, use to give o'er

1:12:58 > 1:13:01- Their patients. - Right the fashion of the world.

1:13:01 > 1:13:02I had a very strange dream to-night.

1:13:02 > 1:13:06- What was it?- Methought I wore my coronet of state,

1:13:06 > 1:13:08And on a sudden all the diamonds Were chang'd to pearls.

1:13:08 > 1:13:11My interpretation Is, you'll weep shortly;

1:13:11 > 1:13:15for to me the pearls Do signify your tears.

1:13:15 > 1:13:17The birds that live i' th' field

1:13:17 > 1:13:19On the wild benefit of nature live

1:13:19 > 1:13:24Happier than we; for they may choose their mates,

1:13:24 > 1:13:26And carol their sweet pleasures to the spring.

1:13:26 > 1:13:28- You are happily o'erta'en. - From my brother?

1:13:28 > 1:13:32Yes, from the Lord Ferdinand your brother All love and safety.

1:13:32 > 1:13:34Thou dost blanch mischief, Would'st make it white.

1:13:34 > 1:13:37See, see, like to calm weather At sea before a tempest,

1:13:37 > 1:13:40false hearts speak fair To those they intend most mischief.

1:13:42 > 1:13:46"Send Antonio to me; I want his head in a business."

1:13:46 > 1:13:48A politic equivocation!

1:13:48 > 1:13:50He doth not want your counsel, but your head;

1:13:50 > 1:13:53That is, he cannot sleep till you be dead.

1:13:53 > 1:13:55And here's another pitfall that's strew'd o'er

1:13:55 > 1:13:59With roses; mark it, 'tis a cunning one:

1:13:59 > 1:14:03"I stand engaged for your husband for several debts at Naples:

1:14:03 > 1:14:05"let not that trouble him;

1:14:05 > 1:14:09"I had rather have his heart than his money." And I believe so too.

1:14:09 > 1:14:12- What do you believe?- That he so much distrusts my husband's love,

1:14:12 > 1:14:15He will by no means believe his heart is with him

1:14:15 > 1:14:19Until he see it: the devil is not cunning enough

1:14:19 > 1:14:21To circumvent us In riddles.

1:14:21 > 1:14:24Will you reject that noble and free league

1:14:24 > 1:14:26Of amity and love which I present you?

1:14:26 > 1:14:28Their league is like that of some politic kings,

1:14:28 > 1:14:32Only to make themselves of strength and power To be our after-ruin; tell them so.

1:14:32 > 1:14:33And what from you?

1:14:33 > 1:14:35Thus tell him; I will not come.

1:14:35 > 1:14:37And what of this?

1:14:37 > 1:14:40My brothers have dispers'd Bloodhounds abroad;

1:14:40 > 1:14:43which till I hear are muzzl'd, I'll not come at them.

1:14:43 > 1:14:44This proclaims your breeding.

1:14:44 > 1:14:47Every small thing draws a base mind to fear,

1:14:47 > 1:14:49As the adamant draws iron.

1:14:49 > 1:14:52Fare you well, sir; You shall shortly hear from us.

1:14:52 > 1:14:55I suspect some ambush; Therefore by all my love

1:14:55 > 1:14:59I do conjure you To take your eldest son, and fly towards Milan.

1:14:59 > 1:15:02Let us not venture all this poor remainder

1:15:02 > 1:15:04In one unlucky bottom.

1:15:04 > 1:15:08You...counsel safely.

1:15:10 > 1:15:14Best of my life, farewell.

1:15:15 > 1:15:18Since we must part, Heaven hath a hand in it;

1:15:18 > 1:15:22but no otherwise, Than as some curious artist takes in sunder

1:15:22 > 1:15:25A clock or watch, when it is out of frame,

1:15:25 > 1:15:27To bring it in better order.

1:15:27 > 1:15:28I know not which is best,

1:15:28 > 1:15:31To see you dead, or part with you.

1:15:31 > 1:15:33Farewell, boy:

1:15:33 > 1:15:36Thou art happy thou hast not understanding

1:15:36 > 1:15:38To know thy misery; for all our wit

1:15:38 > 1:15:41And reading bring us to a truer sense

1:15:41 > 1:15:42Of sorrow.

1:15:45 > 1:15:49In the eternal church, sir, I do hope we shall not part thus.

1:15:49 > 1:15:52O, be of comfort!

1:15:52 > 1:15:55Make patience a noble fortitude,

1:15:55 > 1:15:58And think not how unkindly we are used:

1:15:58 > 1:16:03Man, like to cassia, is prov'd best, being bruis'd.

1:16:03 > 1:16:06Must I, like to slave-born Russian,

1:16:06 > 1:16:09Account it praise to suffer tyranny?

1:16:09 > 1:16:13And yet, O heaven, thy heavy hand is in it!

1:16:13 > 1:16:17I have seen my little boy oft scourge his top, And compar'd

1:16:17 > 1:16:22myself to it: naught made me e'er go right but heaven's scourge-stick.

1:16:22 > 1:16:25Do not weep:

1:16:25 > 1:16:29Heaven fashioned us of nothing;

1:16:29 > 1:16:32and we strive To bring ourselves to nothing.

1:16:36 > 1:16:38Farewell, Cariola,

1:16:38 > 1:16:40And thy sweet armful.

1:16:42 > 1:16:44If I do never see thee more, Be a good mother

1:16:44 > 1:16:48to your little ones,

1:16:48 > 1:16:50And save them from the tiger:

1:16:53 > 1:16:55fare you well.

1:16:56 > 1:16:58Let me look upon you once more,

1:16:58 > 1:17:02for that speech Came from a dying father.

1:17:02 > 1:17:05Your kiss is colder Than I have seen an holy anchorite

1:17:05 > 1:17:07Give to a dead man's skull.

1:17:07 > 1:17:10My heart is turn'd to a heavy lump of lead,

1:17:10 > 1:17:14With which I sound my danger:

1:17:16 > 1:17:17Fare you well.

1:17:23 > 1:17:26My laurel is all withered.

1:17:26 > 1:17:28Look, madam, what a troop of armed men

1:17:28 > 1:17:30Make toward us!

1:17:30 > 1:17:32O, they are very welcome: When Fortune's wheel is

1:17:32 > 1:17:36over-charg'd with princes, The weight makes it move swift:

1:17:36 > 1:17:38I would have my ruin Be sudden.

1:17:38 > 1:17:41I am your adventure, am I not?

1:17:41 > 1:17:43You are: you must see your husband no more.

1:17:43 > 1:17:46What devil art thou that counterfeits heaven's thunder?

1:17:46 > 1:17:47Is that terrible?

1:17:47 > 1:17:52I would have you tell me whether Is that note worse that dost fright

1:17:52 > 1:17:54the silly birds Out of the corn,

1:17:54 > 1:17:56or that which doth allure them To the nets?

1:17:56 > 1:17:59You have heark'ned to the last too much.

1:17:59 > 1:18:01O misery! like to a rusty o'ercharg'd cannon,

1:18:01 > 1:18:04Shall I never fly in pieces? Come, to what prison?

1:18:04 > 1:18:06- To none.- Whither, then? - To your palace.

1:18:06 > 1:18:09I have heard That Charon's boat serves to convey all o'er

1:18:09 > 1:18:12The dismal lake, but brings none back again.

1:18:12 > 1:18:14Your brothers mean you safety and pity.

1:18:14 > 1:18:16Pity!

1:18:16 > 1:18:19With such a pity men preserve alive Pheasants and quails,

1:18:19 > 1:18:21when they are not fat enough To be eaten.

1:18:21 > 1:18:24- These are your children?- Yes. - Can they prattle?- No!

1:18:24 > 1:18:26But I intend, since they were born accurs'd,

1:18:26 > 1:18:28Curses shall be their first language.

1:18:28 > 1:18:30Fie, madam! Forget this base, low fellow.

1:18:30 > 1:18:35Were I a man, I 'd beat that counterfeit face into thy other.

1:18:35 > 1:18:36One of no birth.

1:18:36 > 1:18:40Say that he were born mean, Man is most happy when his own actions

1:18:40 > 1:18:43Be arguments and examples of his virtue.

1:18:43 > 1:18:46- A barren, beggarly virtue. - I prithee, who is greatest?

1:18:46 > 1:18:47Can you tell?

1:18:47 > 1:18:50Sad tales befit my woe: I'll tell you one.

1:18:51 > 1:18:53A salmon, as she swam unto the sea.

1:18:53 > 1:18:55Met with a dog-fish, who encounters her

1:18:55 > 1:18:57With this rough language;

1:18:57 > 1:18:59"Why art thou so bold

1:18:59 > 1:19:02"As to mix thyself in our high state of floods,

1:19:02 > 1:19:04"Being no eminent courtier,

1:19:04 > 1:19:07"but one That for the calmest and fresh time o' th' year

1:19:07 > 1:19:10"Dost live in shallow rivers

1:19:10 > 1:19:13"And darest thou

1:19:13 > 1:19:15"Pass by our dog-ship without reverence?"

1:19:15 > 1:19:19"O," quoth the salmon,

1:19:19 > 1:19:23"sister, be at peace: Thank Jupiter we both have pass'd the net!

1:19:24 > 1:19:27"Our value never can be truly known,

1:19:27 > 1:19:32"Till in the fisher's basket we be shown: In the market then my

1:19:32 > 1:19:34"price may be the higher,

1:19:34 > 1:19:37"Even when I am nearest to the cook and fire."

1:19:38 > 1:19:42So to great men the moral may be stretched;

1:19:42 > 1:19:45Men oft are valu'd high, when they're most wretched.

1:19:48 > 1:19:51But come, whither you please.

1:19:51 > 1:19:54I am arm'd 'gainst misery;

1:19:54 > 1:19:58Bent to all sways of the oppressor's will:

1:19:58 > 1:20:02There's no deep valley but near some great hill.

1:20:04 > 1:20:08SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYS

1:20:39 > 1:20:42Well, that brings to a close the third act of this five-act play.

1:20:42 > 1:20:46The brothers have discovered whom the Duchess has married

1:20:46 > 1:20:49and they are thirsty for destruction.

1:20:49 > 1:20:53The Duchess and her husband, Antonio, have been forced to separate -

1:20:53 > 1:20:58he into hiding and she into prison where her deeply unpleasant brothers

1:20:58 > 1:21:01plot a series of foul tortures for her.

1:21:05 > 1:21:08And these tortures are pretty vile, as we'll see.

1:21:13 > 1:21:17But through all these horrors, the Duchess grows in stature.

1:21:17 > 1:21:22Suffering turns her from a romantic widow into a tragic heroine.

1:21:22 > 1:21:27She seems able to take everything that the brothers throw at her.

1:21:27 > 1:21:30And yet all the while, her own destruction is approaching.

1:21:30 > 1:21:33As is the destruction of almost everybody else.

1:21:35 > 1:21:39But before the final two acts begin, a word of warning -

1:21:39 > 1:21:42the play is about to get darker.

1:21:42 > 1:21:43Literally.

1:21:43 > 1:21:48The two brothers are about to play a very nasty trick on the Duchess,

1:21:48 > 1:21:52but this trick requires to be played in the dark.

1:21:52 > 1:21:56So for just over a minute, as the Duchess tries to work out

1:21:56 > 1:22:01what is going on, the stage, and therefore your screen, will go dark.

1:22:01 > 1:22:04It doesn't matter how many thousands of pounds you've spent on it,

1:22:04 > 1:22:08whether it's widescreen, flatscreen, HD, it will go black.

1:22:08 > 1:22:10So do not adjust your set,

1:22:10 > 1:22:14the final part of The Duchess Of Malfi is about to begin.

2:00:15 > 2:00:16MAN SINGS

2:00:18 > 2:00:20BANGING

2:00:23 > 2:00:27How doth our sister duchess bear herself in her imprisonment?

2:00:27 > 2:00:29Nobly - I'll describe her.

2:00:29 > 2:00:31She's sad as one long us'd to 't, and she seems

2:00:31 > 2:00:33Rather to welcome the end of misery

2:00:33 > 2:00:38Than shun it - a behaviour so noble as gives a majesty to adversity.

2:00:38 > 2:00:40You may discern the shape of loveliness

2:00:40 > 2:00:44More perfect in her tears than in her smiles.

2:00:44 > 2:00:47She will muse for hours together - and her silence,

2:00:47 > 2:00:49Methinks, expresseth more than if she spake.

2:00:49 > 2:00:54Her melancholy seems to be fortified With a strange disdain.

2:00:54 > 2:00:56'Tis so - and this restraint,

2:00:56 > 2:00:59Like English mastiffs that grow fierce with tying,

2:00:59 > 2:01:02Makes her too passionately apprehend Those pleasures she is kept from.

2:01:02 > 2:01:04Curse upon her!

2:01:04 > 2:01:07I will no longer study in the book Of another's heart.

2:01:07 > 2:01:10Inform her what I told you.

2:01:12 > 2:01:15SHE SINGS

2:01:17 > 2:01:20- All comfort to your grace! - I will have none.

2:01:20 > 2:01:23Pray thee, why dost thou wrap thy poison'd pills

2:01:23 > 2:01:24In gold and sugar?

2:01:24 > 2:01:25Your elder brother, the Lord Ferdinand,

2:01:25 > 2:01:28Is come to visit you, and sends you word,

2:01:28 > 2:01:30'Cause once he rashly made a solemn vow

2:01:30 > 2:01:33Never to see you more, he comes i' th' night -

2:01:33 > 2:01:36And prays you gently neither torch nor taper

2:01:36 > 2:01:38Shine in your chamber.

2:01:38 > 2:01:41He will kiss your hand, And reconcile himself -

2:01:41 > 2:01:43but for his vow He dare not see you.

2:01:43 > 2:01:45At his pleasure. Put out the lights.

2:02:05 > 2:02:06He's come.

2:02:09 > 2:02:12MAN BREATHES HEAVILY

2:02:14 > 2:02:15Where are you?

2:02:15 > 2:02:16Here, sir.

2:02:18 > 2:02:20This darkness suits you well.

2:02:20 > 2:02:21I would ask you pardon.

2:02:21 > 2:02:25You have it - For I account it the honorabl'st revenge,

2:02:25 > 2:02:27Where I may kill, to pardon.

2:02:27 > 2:02:31It had been well, Could you have liv'd thus always - for, indeed,

2:02:31 > 2:02:35You were too much i' th' light - but no more -

2:02:38 > 2:02:41I come to seal my peace with you.

2:02:43 > 2:02:45Here's a hand

2:02:45 > 2:02:48To which you have vow'd much love - the ring upon 't

2:02:48 > 2:02:50- You gave. - I affectionately kiss it.

2:02:50 > 2:02:53Pray, do, and bury the print of it in your heart.

2:02:54 > 2:02:57I will leave this ring with you for a love-token -

2:02:57 > 2:02:59And the hand as sure as the ring -

2:02:59 > 2:03:01and do not doubt But you shall have the heart too.

2:03:03 > 2:03:07When you need a friend, Send it to him that ow'd it -

2:03:07 > 2:03:10you shall see Whether he can aid you.

2:03:10 > 2:03:14You are very cold - I fear you are not well after your travel.

2:03:14 > 2:03:17- Ha! lights! O, horrible! - Let her have lights enough.

2:03:17 > 2:03:20What witchcraft doth he practise, that he hath left

2:03:20 > 2:03:21A dead man's hand here?

2:03:21 > 2:03:25Look you, here's the piece from which 'twas ta'en.

2:03:25 > 2:03:28He doth present you this sad spectacle,

2:03:28 > 2:03:30That, now you know directly they are dead,

2:03:30 > 2:03:33Hereafter you may wisely cease to grieve

2:03:33 > 2:03:34For that which cannot be recovered.

2:03:34 > 2:03:36There is not between heaven

2:03:36 > 2:03:39and earth one wish I stay for after this.

2:03:39 > 2:03:42It wastes me more Than were 't my picture,

2:03:42 > 2:03:43fashion'd out of wax,

2:03:43 > 2:03:46Stuck with a magical needle, and then buried

2:03:46 > 2:03:51In some foul dunghill - and yon's an excellent property

2:03:51 > 2:03:54For a tyrant, which I would account mercy.

2:03:54 > 2:03:56- What's that?- If they would bind me to that lifeless trunk,

2:03:56 > 2:03:59- And let me freeze to death. - Come, you must live.

2:03:59 > 2:04:01That's the greatest torture souls feel in hell,

2:04:01 > 2:04:06In hell, that they must live, and cannot die.

2:04:07 > 2:04:09Portia, I'll new kindle thy coals again,

2:04:09 > 2:04:12And revive the rare and almost dead example

2:04:12 > 2:04:13Of a loving wife.

2:04:13 > 2:04:15O, fie! despair? Remember You are a Christian.

2:04:15 > 2:04:18The church enjoins fasting - I'll starve myself to death.

2:04:18 > 2:04:19Leave this vain sorrow.

2:04:19 > 2:04:22Things being at the worst begin to mend - the bee

2:04:22 > 2:04:24When he hath shot his sting into your hand,

2:04:24 > 2:04:27- May then play with your eye-lid. - Good comfortable fellow,

2:04:27 > 2:04:29Persuade a wretch that 's broke upon the wheel

2:04:29 > 2:04:31To have all his bones new set -

2:04:31 > 2:04:34entreat him live To be executed again.

2:04:35 > 2:04:38Who must despatch me?

2:04:39 > 2:04:41I account this world a tedious theatre,

2:04:41 > 2:04:44For I do play a part in 't 'gainst my will.

2:04:44 > 2:04:46Come, be of comfort - I will save your life.

2:04:46 > 2:04:51Indeed, I have not leisure to tend so small a business.

2:04:51 > 2:04:53Now, by my life, I pity you.

2:04:53 > 2:04:56Thou art a fool, then, To waste thy pity on a thing

2:04:56 > 2:05:00so wretched As cannot pity it.

2:05:02 > 2:05:04I am full of daggers.

2:05:04 > 2:05:09Puff, let me blow these vipers from me.

2:05:10 > 2:05:11What are you?

2:05:13 > 2:05:15One that wishes you long life.

2:05:15 > 2:05:17I would thou wert hang'd for the horrible curse

2:05:17 > 2:05:20Thou hast given me - I shall shortly grow one

2:05:20 > 2:05:21Of the miracles of pity.

2:05:21 > 2:05:25I'll go pray - No, I'll go curse.

2:05:25 > 2:05:27- O, fie! - I could curse the stars.

2:05:27 > 2:05:30- O, fearful!- And those three smiling seasons of the year

2:05:30 > 2:05:32Into a Russian winter - nay, the world

2:05:32 > 2:05:34To its first chaos.

2:05:34 > 2:05:36Look you, the stars shine still.

2:05:36 > 2:05:39O, but you must remember, My curse hath a great way to go.

2:05:41 > 2:05:45Plagues, that make lanes through largest families,

2:05:45 > 2:05:47- Consume them!- Fie, lady!

2:05:47 > 2:05:48Let them, like tyrants,

2:05:48 > 2:05:51Never be remembered but for the ill they have done -

2:05:51 > 2:05:55Let all the zealous prayers of mortified Churchmen forget them!

2:05:55 > 2:05:59- O, uncharitable!- Let heaven a little while cease crowning martyrs,

2:05:59 > 2:06:00To punish them!

2:06:03 > 2:06:08Go, howl them this, and say, I long to bleed -

2:06:08 > 2:06:11It is some mercy when men kill with speed.

2:06:18 > 2:06:23Excellent, as I would wish...

2:06:23 > 2:06:25HE LAUGHS

2:06:26 > 2:06:29..she's plagu'd in art.

2:06:29 > 2:06:33These presentations are but fram'd in wax

2:06:33 > 2:06:36and she takes them For true substantial bodies.

2:06:36 > 2:06:38- Why do you do this? - To bring her to despair.

2:06:38 > 2:06:42Faith, end here, And go no farther in your cruelty.

2:06:42 > 2:06:44Send her a penitential garment to put on

2:06:44 > 2:06:46Next to her delicate skin, and furnish her

2:06:46 > 2:06:50- With beads and prayer-books. - Damn her! that body of hers.

2:06:50 > 2:06:53While that my blood run pure in 't, was more worth

2:06:53 > 2:06:56Than that which thou wouldst comfort, call'd a soul.

2:06:56 > 2:06:59I will send her masques of common courtezans,

2:06:59 > 2:07:01Have her meat serv'd up by bawds and ruffians,

2:07:01 > 2:07:04And, 'cause she'll needs be mad,

2:07:04 > 2:07:07I am resolv'd To move forth the common hospital

2:07:07 > 2:07:09All the mad-folk, and place them near her lodgings,

2:07:09 > 2:07:13and there let them practise together,

2:07:13 > 2:07:15sing and dance,

2:07:15 > 2:07:20And act their gambols to the full o' th' moon.

2:07:20 > 2:07:22If she can sleep the better for it, let her.

2:07:24 > 2:07:27- Your work is almost ended. - Must I see her again?

2:07:27 > 2:07:28- Yes.- Never.- You must.

2:07:28 > 2:07:31Never in mine own shape - That's forfeited by my intelligence

2:07:31 > 2:07:32And this last cruel lie.

2:07:32 > 2:07:35When you send me next, The business shall be comfort.

2:07:35 > 2:07:39Very likely - Thy pity is nothing of kin to thee,

2:07:40 > 2:07:43Antonio lurks about Milan - thou shalt shortly thither,

2:07:43 > 2:07:45To feed a fire as great as my revenge,

2:07:45 > 2:07:49Which nev'r will slack till it hath spent his fuel.

2:07:51 > 2:07:56Intemperate agues make physicians cruel.

2:08:13 > 2:08:15SHE SINGS TO BAROQUE-STYLE MUSIC

2:08:50 > 2:08:52SINGING CONTINUES

2:09:16 > 2:09:19- SHOUTING OUTSIDE - How now? What hideous noise is that?

2:09:19 > 2:09:21'Tis the wild consort Of madmen, lady,

2:09:21 > 2:09:24which your tyrant brother Hath plac'd about your lodging.

2:09:24 > 2:09:27This tyranny, I think, was never practis'd till this hour.

2:09:27 > 2:09:29Indeed, I thank him.

2:09:29 > 2:09:33Nothing but noise and folly Can keep me in my right wits -

2:09:33 > 2:09:37whereas reason And silence make me stark mad.

2:09:37 > 2:09:38Sit down.

2:09:39 > 2:09:43- Discourse to me some dismal tragedy. - O, 'twill increase your melancholy!

2:09:43 > 2:09:45Thou art deceiv'd.

2:09:45 > 2:09:49To hear of greater grief would lessen mine.

2:09:49 > 2:09:50This is a prison?

2:09:50 > 2:09:53Yes, but you shall live To shake this durance off.

2:09:53 > 2:09:55Thou art a fool. The robin-red-breast

2:09:55 > 2:09:58and the nightingale Never live long in cages.

2:09:58 > 2:10:00Pray, dry your eyes.

2:10:00 > 2:10:03What think you of, madam?

2:10:03 > 2:10:06Of nothing - When I muse thus, I sleep.

2:10:06 > 2:10:09Like a madman, with your eyes open?

2:10:09 > 2:10:12Do you think we will know one another In th' other world?

2:10:12 > 2:10:14Yes, out of question.

2:10:14 > 2:10:17O, that it were possible we might But hold some two days'

2:10:17 > 2:10:19conference with the dead!

2:10:19 > 2:10:21From them I should learn somewhat, I am sure,

2:10:21 > 2:10:23I should never learn here.

2:10:23 > 2:10:28I'll tell thee a miracle. I am not mad yet,

2:10:28 > 2:10:32to my cause of sorrow. Th' heaven o'er my head seems

2:10:32 > 2:10:34made of molten brass,

2:10:34 > 2:10:38The earth of flaming sulphur, yet I am not mad.

2:10:39 > 2:10:41I am acquainted with sad misery

2:10:41 > 2:10:44As the tann'd galley-slave is with his oar -

2:10:44 > 2:10:46Necessity makes me suffer constantly,

2:10:46 > 2:10:48And custom makes it easy.

2:10:48 > 2:10:50Who do I look like now?

2:10:50 > 2:10:53Like to your picture in the gallery, A deal of life in show,

2:10:53 > 2:10:55but none in practice -

2:10:55 > 2:10:59Or rather like some reverend monument

2:10:59 > 2:11:01Whose ruins are even pitied.

2:11:01 > 2:11:03Very proper -

2:11:03 > 2:11:06And Fortune seems only to have her eye-sight

2:11:06 > 2:11:08To behold my tragedy. How now!

2:11:08 > 2:11:11- SHOUTING - What noise is that?

2:11:11 > 2:11:12I am come to tell you

2:11:12 > 2:11:15Your brother hath intended you some sport.

2:11:15 > 2:11:17A great physician, when the Pope was sick

2:11:17 > 2:11:19Of a deep melancholy, presented him

2:11:19 > 2:11:23With several sorts of madmen, which wild object

2:11:23 > 2:11:26Being full of change and sport, forc'd him to laugh,

2:11:26 > 2:11:28And so the imposthume broke.

2:11:28 > 2:11:31The self-same cure The duke intends on you.

2:11:31 > 2:11:32Let them come in.

2:11:34 > 2:11:39There's a mad lawyer, and a secular priest,

2:11:39 > 2:11:41A doctor that hath forfeited his wits

2:11:41 > 2:11:46By jealousy - an astrologian That in his works

2:11:46 > 2:11:49said such a day o' the month Should be the day of doom,

2:11:49 > 2:11:51and, failing of 't, Ran mad -

2:11:51 > 2:11:54an English tailor craz'd i' the brain

2:11:54 > 2:11:56With the study of new fashions;

2:11:56 > 2:11:58You'd think the devil were among them.

2:11:58 > 2:12:02Sit, Cariola. Let them loose when you please,

2:12:02 > 2:12:04For I am chain'd to endure all your tyranny.

2:12:04 > 2:12:07BELL RINGS

2:12:07 > 2:12:15# O, let us howl some heavy note, Some deadly dogged howl... #

2:12:15 > 2:12:18THEY HOWL

2:12:18 > 2:12:22# Sounding as from the threatening throat

2:12:22 > 2:12:26# Of beasts and fatal fowl!

2:12:26 > 2:12:28ALL: # Fowl.

2:12:28 > 2:12:32# We'll sing, like swans, to welcome death,

2:12:32 > 2:12:37# And die in being blessed. #

2:12:37 > 2:12:39Doom's-day not come yet!

2:12:39 > 2:12:41I'll draw it nearer by a perspective or make a glass

2:12:41 > 2:12:44that shall set all the world on fire upon an instant.

2:12:44 > 2:12:48I cannot sleep - my pillow is stuffed with a litter of porcupines.

2:12:48 > 2:12:52Hell is a mere glass-house, where the devils are continually

2:12:52 > 2:12:58blowing up women's souls on hollow irons, and the fire never goes out.

2:12:58 > 2:13:00Greek is turned Turk -

2:13:00 > 2:13:03we are only to be saved by the Helvetian translation.

2:13:03 > 2:13:07Come on, sir, I will lay the law to you.

2:13:07 > 2:13:10O, rather lay a corrosive - the law will eat to the bone.

2:13:10 > 2:13:14He that drinks but to satisfy nature is damn'd.

2:13:14 > 2:13:17If I had my glass here,

2:13:17 > 2:13:23I would show a sight should make all the women here call me mad doctor.

2:13:23 > 2:13:25What's he? A rope-maker?

2:13:25 > 2:13:31No, no, no, a snuffling knave that, while he shows the tombs,

2:13:31 > 2:13:35will have his hand in a wench's placket.

2:13:35 > 2:13:37Woe to the caroche that brought

2:13:37 > 2:13:41home my wife from the masque at three o'clock in the morning!

2:13:41 > 2:13:43It had a large feather-bed in it.

2:13:43 > 2:13:45BELL RINGS

2:13:52 > 2:13:54BAROQUE-STYLE MUSIC

2:14:32 > 2:14:33Is he mad too?

2:14:33 > 2:14:35Pray, question him. I'll leave you.

2:14:41 > 2:14:43I am come to make thy tomb.

2:14:43 > 2:14:46Ha! my tomb!

2:14:46 > 2:14:48Thou speak'st as if I lay upon my death-bed,

2:14:48 > 2:14:49Gasping for breath.

2:14:50 > 2:14:52Dost thou perceive me sick?

2:14:52 > 2:14:56Yes, and the more dangerously, since thy sickness is insensible.

2:14:56 > 2:14:59Thou art not mad, sure - dost know me?

2:14:59 > 2:15:02- Yes.- Who am I?

2:15:02 > 2:15:06Thou art a box of worm-seed, at best.

2:15:06 > 2:15:08What's this flesh?

2:15:08 > 2:15:13A little cruddedmilk, fantastical puff-paste.

2:15:13 > 2:15:17Our bodies are weaker than those paper-prisons boys use to keep

2:15:17 > 2:15:23flies in - more contemptible, since ours is to preserve earth-worms.

2:15:24 > 2:15:28Didst thou ever see a lark in a cage?

2:15:29 > 2:15:34Such is the soul in the body - this world is like her little

2:15:34 > 2:15:39turf of grass, and the heaven o'er our heads like her looking-glass,

2:15:39 > 2:15:43only gives us a miserable knowledge of the small compass of our prison.

2:15:43 > 2:15:45Am not I thy duchess?

2:15:45 > 2:15:50Thou art some great woman, sure, for riot begins to sit on thy forehead

2:15:50 > 2:15:56clad in gray hairs twenty years sooner than on a merry milk-maid's.

2:15:56 > 2:15:59Thou sleepest worse than

2:15:59 > 2:16:04if a mouse should be forced to take up her lodging in a cat's ear -

2:16:04 > 2:16:08a little infant that breeds its teeth, should it lie with thee,

2:16:08 > 2:16:11would cry out, as if thou wert the more unquiet bedfellow.

2:16:11 > 2:16:14I am Duchess of Malfi still.

2:16:14 > 2:16:18That makes thy sleep so broken -

2:16:18 > 2:16:22Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,

2:16:22 > 2:16:26But, look'd to near, have neither heat nor light.

2:16:26 > 2:16:28Thou art very plain.

2:16:28 > 2:16:32My trade is to flatter the dead, not the living - I am a tomb-maker.

2:16:32 > 2:16:34And thou comest to make my tomb?

2:16:34 > 2:16:39- Yes.- Let me be a little merry - of what stuff wilt thou make it?

2:16:39 > 2:16:41Nay, resolve me first, of what fashion?

2:16:41 > 2:16:43Why, do we grow fantastical on our deathbed?

2:16:43 > 2:16:47- Do we affect fashion in the grave? - Most ambitiously.

2:16:47 > 2:16:49Let me know fully therefore the effect

2:16:49 > 2:16:51Of this thy dismal preparation,

2:16:51 > 2:16:53This talk fit for a charnel.

2:16:53 > 2:16:57Now I shall -

2:16:57 > 2:17:01Here is a present from your princely brothers -

2:17:01 > 2:17:04And may it arrive welcome, for it brings

2:17:04 > 2:17:07Last benefit, last sorrow.

2:17:07 > 2:17:08Let me see it.

2:17:09 > 2:17:11BELL RINGS

2:17:12 > 2:17:13BELL RINGS

2:17:15 > 2:17:17BELL RINGS

2:17:17 > 2:17:20I have so much obedience in my blood,

2:17:20 > 2:17:23I wish it in their veins to do them good.

2:17:23 > 2:17:26- This is your last presence-chamber. - O my sweet lady!

2:17:26 > 2:17:27Peace - it affrights not me.

2:17:27 > 2:17:29I am the common bellman

2:17:29 > 2:17:31That usually is sent to condemn'd persons

2:17:31 > 2:17:33The night before they suffer.

2:17:33 > 2:17:35Even now thou said'st Thou wast a tomb-maker.

2:17:35 > 2:17:40'Twas to bring you By degrees to mortification. Listen.

2:17:40 > 2:17:42BELL RINGS

2:17:46 > 2:17:51Hark, now everything is still,

2:17:51 > 2:17:54The screech-owl and the whistler shrill

2:17:54 > 2:17:57Call upon our dame aloud,

2:17:57 > 2:18:01And bid her quickly don her shroud!

2:18:01 > 2:18:04Much you had of land and rent -

2:18:04 > 2:18:08Your length in clay's now competent.

2:18:08 > 2:18:15A long war disturb'd your mind - Here your perfect peace is sign'd.

2:18:15 > 2:18:19Of what is 't fools make such vain keeping?

2:18:19 > 2:18:23Sin their conception, their birth weeping,

2:18:23 > 2:18:27'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day -

2:18:27 > 2:18:30End your groan, and come away.

2:18:30 > 2:18:33Hence, villains, tyrants, murderers!

2:18:33 > 2:18:37Alas! What will you do with my lady? Call for help!

2:18:37 > 2:18:40To whom? To our next neighbours? They are mad-folks.

2:18:40 > 2:18:42- Remove that noise. - Farewell, Cariola.

2:18:42 > 2:18:45In my last will I have not much to give.

2:18:45 > 2:18:47A many hungry guests have fed upon me -

2:18:47 > 2:18:49Thine will be a poor reversion.

2:18:49 > 2:18:50- I will die with her. - I pray thee,

2:18:50 > 2:18:53look thou giv'st my little boy

2:18:53 > 2:18:55Some syrup for his cold, and let the girl

2:18:55 > 2:18:56Say her prayers ere she sleep.

2:18:59 > 2:19:03Now what you please - What death?

2:19:03 > 2:19:06Strangling - here are your executioners.

2:19:06 > 2:19:07I forgive them.

2:19:08 > 2:19:11The apoplexy, catarrh, or cough o' th' lungs,

2:19:11 > 2:19:13- Would do as much as they do. - Doth not death fright you?

2:19:13 > 2:19:15Who would be afraid on 't,

2:19:15 > 2:19:18Knowing to meet such excellent company

2:19:18 > 2:19:20- In th' other world? - Yet, methinks,

2:19:20 > 2:19:22The manner of your death should much afflict you -

2:19:22 > 2:19:24This cord should terrify you.

2:19:24 > 2:19:26Not a whit. What would it pleasure me

2:19:26 > 2:19:29to have my throat cut With diamonds?

2:19:29 > 2:19:30Or to be smothered With cassia?

2:19:30 > 2:19:33Or to be shot to death with pearls?

2:19:34 > 2:19:36I know death hath ten thousand several doors

2:19:36 > 2:19:40For men to take their exits - and 'tis found

2:19:40 > 2:19:44They go on such strange geometrical hinges,

2:19:44 > 2:19:48You may open them both ways - any way, for heaven-sake,

2:19:48 > 2:19:51So I were out of your whispering.

2:19:52 > 2:19:53Tell my brothers

2:19:53 > 2:19:57That I perceive death, now I am well awake,

2:19:57 > 2:20:01Best gift is they can give or I can take.

2:20:03 > 2:20:05I would fain put off my last woman's-fault,

2:20:05 > 2:20:07I'd not be tedious to you.

2:20:07 > 2:20:08We are ready.

2:20:08 > 2:20:11Dispose my breath how please you - but my body

2:20:11 > 2:20:14Bestow upon my women, will you?

2:20:14 > 2:20:15Yes.

2:20:15 > 2:20:20Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength

2:20:20 > 2:20:23Must pull down heaven upon me -

2:20:23 > 2:20:27Yet stay - heaven-gates are not so highly arch'd

2:20:27 > 2:20:31As princes' palaces - they that enter there

2:20:31 > 2:20:34Must go upon their knees...

2:20:36 > 2:20:39..Come, violent death,

2:20:39 > 2:20:41Serve for mandragora to make me sleep!

2:20:42 > 2:20:45Go tell my brothers, when I am laid out,

2:20:45 > 2:20:47They then may feed in quiet.

2:20:56 > 2:20:59SHE GASPS FOR BREATH

2:21:15 > 2:21:18HE SIGHS Where's the waiting-woman?

2:21:18 > 2:21:21Fetch her: some other Strangle the children.

2:21:24 > 2:21:26Look you, there sleeps your mistress.

2:21:26 > 2:21:31Oh, you are damned Perpetually for this!

2:21:31 > 2:21:34My turn is next, Is't not so ordered?

2:21:34 > 2:21:37Yes, and I am glad You are so well prepared for't.

2:21:37 > 2:21:39You are deceived, sir,

2:21:39 > 2:21:42I am not prepared for't, I will not die;

2:21:42 > 2:21:46I will first come to my answer, and know

2:21:46 > 2:21:48- How I have offended. - Come, despatch.

2:21:48 > 2:21:51You kept her counsel; now you shall keep ours.

2:21:51 > 2:21:53I will not die, I must not;

2:21:53 > 2:21:55I am contracted To a young gentleman.

2:21:55 > 2:21:58- Here's your wedding-ring. - Let me but speak with the duke;

2:21:58 > 2:22:00I'll discover Treason to his person.

2:22:00 > 2:22:02- Delays: throttle her. - She bites and scratches.

2:22:02 > 2:22:04If you kill me now, I am damned:

2:22:04 > 2:22:07I have not been at confession This two years.

2:22:07 > 2:22:08When?

2:22:08 > 2:22:09I am quick with child.

2:22:09 > 2:22:11Why, then, Your credit's saved.

2:22:11 > 2:22:13EXECUTIONER GROANS

2:22:13 > 2:22:16SHE CHOKES

2:22:26 > 2:22:28Bear her to th' next room;

2:22:29 > 2:22:31Let these lie still.

2:22:33 > 2:22:35Is she dead?

2:22:35 > 2:22:37She's what You'd have her.

2:22:37 > 2:22:39But here begin your pity: Alas, how have these offended?

2:22:39 > 2:22:40The death Of young wolves

2:22:40 > 2:22:42is never to be pitied.

2:22:42 > 2:22:44- Fix your eye here. - Constantly.

2:22:44 > 2:22:45Do you not weep?

2:22:45 > 2:22:48Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out:

2:22:48 > 2:22:50The element of water moistens the earth,

2:22:50 > 2:22:52But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.

2:22:52 > 2:22:53Cover her face;

2:22:54 > 2:22:57Oh, mi-mine eyes dazzle:

2:22:59 > 2:23:00She died young.

2:23:00 > 2:23:03I think not so; her infelicity Seemed to have years too many.

2:23:03 > 2:23:07She and I were twins; And should I die this instant,

2:23:07 > 2:23:09I had lived Her time to a minute.

2:23:09 > 2:23:11It seems she was born first:

2:23:11 > 2:23:14Let me see her face Again.

2:23:23 > 2:23:25Why didst thou not pity her?

2:23:25 > 2:23:27Oh, what An excellent honest man

2:23:27 > 2:23:28mightst thou have been,

2:23:28 > 2:23:30If thou hadst borne her to some sanctuary!

2:23:30 > 2:23:32Or, bold in a good cause, opposed thyself,

2:23:32 > 2:23:34With thy advanced sword above thy head,

2:23:34 > 2:23:37Between her innocence and my revenge!

2:23:39 > 2:23:41I bade thee, when I was distracted of my wits,

2:23:41 > 2:23:46Go kill my dearest friend, and thou hast done't.

2:23:47 > 2:23:48For thee, as we observe in tragedies

2:23:48 > 2:23:50That a good actor many times is cursed

2:23:50 > 2:23:53For playing a villain's part, I hate thee for't,

2:23:53 > 2:23:56And, for my sake, say thou hast done much ill well.

2:23:56 > 2:23:58Let me quicken your memory, for I perceive

2:23:58 > 2:24:00You are falling into ingratitude: I challenge

2:24:00 > 2:24:02The reward due to my service.

2:24:02 > 2:24:03- O, I'll tell thee What I'll give thee. - Do.

2:24:03 > 2:24:05- I'll give thee a pardon For this murder. - Ha!

2:24:05 > 2:24:08Yes, and 'tis The largest bounty

2:24:08 > 2:24:09I can study to do thee.

2:24:09 > 2:24:13By what authority didst thou execute This bloody sentence?

2:24:13 > 2:24:15- By yours. - Mine!

2:24:16 > 2:24:17Was I her judge?

2:24:17 > 2:24:20Did any ceremonial form of law Doom her to not-being?

2:24:20 > 2:24:22Did a complete jury

2:24:22 > 2:24:24Deliver her conviction up i' th' court?

2:24:24 > 2:24:27Where shalt thou find this judgment registered,

2:24:27 > 2:24:29Unless in hell?

2:24:29 > 2:24:32See, like a bloody fool, Thou hast forfeited thy life,

2:24:32 > 2:24:34and thou shalt die for't.

2:24:34 > 2:24:36O, the office of judgement is perverted quite

2:24:36 > 2:24:37When one thief hangs another.

2:24:37 > 2:24:39Who shall dare To reveal this?

2:24:39 > 2:24:43O, I'll tell thee; The wolf shall find her grave,

2:24:43 > 2:24:45and scrape it up,

2:24:45 > 2:24:47Not to devour the corpse, but to discover

2:24:47 > 2:24:49The horrid murder.

2:24:49 > 2:24:51- You, not I, shall quake for't. - Leave me.

2:24:51 > 2:24:53- I will first receive my pension. - You are a villain.

2:24:53 > 2:24:55When your ingratitude Is judge, I am so.

2:24:55 > 2:24:56Never look upon me more.

2:24:56 > 2:24:57Why, fare thee well:

2:24:59 > 2:25:01Your brother and yourself are worthy men:

2:25:02 > 2:25:04You have a pair of hearts are hollow graves,

2:25:04 > 2:25:06Rotten, and rotting others;

2:25:06 > 2:25:08I stand like one That long hath ta'en

2:25:08 > 2:25:09a sweet and golden dream:

2:25:09 > 2:25:11I'm angry with myself, now that I wake.

2:25:11 > 2:25:13Get thee into some unknown part o' th' world,

2:25:13 > 2:25:15That I may never see thee.

2:25:15 > 2:25:18Let me know Wherefore I should be thus neglected?

2:25:18 > 2:25:21Sir, I serv'd your tyranny,

2:25:21 > 2:25:23and rather strove To satisfy yourself,

2:25:23 > 2:25:24than all the world:

2:25:24 > 2:25:26And though I loath'd the evil, yet I lov'd

2:25:26 > 2:25:28You that did counsel it; and rather sought

2:25:28 > 2:25:30To appear a true servant, than an honest man.

2:25:30 > 2:25:33I'll go hunt the badger by owl-light:

2:25:35 > 2:25:37'Tis a deed of darkness.

2:25:38 > 2:25:40FERDINAND SNARLS

2:25:42 > 2:25:43Off, my painted honour!

2:25:45 > 2:25:47HE INHALES

2:25:47 > 2:25:49What would I do, were this to do again?

2:25:49 > 2:25:51I would not change my peace of conscience

2:25:51 > 2:25:52For all the wealth of Europe.

2:25:55 > 2:25:57She stirs; here's life:

2:25:57 > 2:26:01Return, fair soul, from darkness, and lead mine

2:26:01 > 2:26:07Out of this sensible hell: she's warm, she breathes:

2:26:07 > 2:26:11Upon thy pale lips I will melt my heart,

2:26:11 > 2:26:13To store them with fresh colour:

2:26:13 > 2:26:16HE GASPS Who's there!

2:26:16 > 2:26:18Some cordial drink! Alas! I dare not call out:

2:26:18 > 2:26:20So pity would destroy pity.

2:26:21 > 2:26:24Her eye opes, And heaven in it seems to ope,

2:26:24 > 2:26:26that late was shut, To take me up to mercy.

2:26:26 > 2:26:28Antonio!

2:26:28 > 2:26:31Yes, madam, he's living; The dead bodies you saw

2:26:31 > 2:26:33were but feign'd statues:

2:26:33 > 2:26:36He's reconciled with your brothers: the Pope hath wrought

2:26:36 > 2:26:38- The atonement. - Mercy!

2:26:40 > 2:26:43HIS BREATH RATTLES

2:26:43 > 2:26:44Oh, she's gone again!

2:26:50 > 2:26:52There the cords of life broke.

2:26:53 > 2:26:57Oh, sacred innocence, that sweetly sleeps

2:26:57 > 2:27:00On turtles' feathers, whilst a guilty conscience

2:27:00 > 2:27:03Is a black register wherein is writ All our good deeds and bad,

2:27:03 > 2:27:06a perspective That shows us hell!

2:27:06 > 2:27:09That we cannot be suffered To do good when we have a mind to it!

2:27:18 > 2:27:23This is manly sorrow; these tears, I am very certain,

2:27:23 > 2:27:25Never grew in my mother's milk:

2:27:25 > 2:27:28HE INHALES DEEPLY

2:27:30 > 2:27:33My estate Is sunk below the degree of fear:

2:27:33 > 2:27:36Where were These penitent fountains

2:27:36 > 2:27:37when she was living?

2:27:38 > 2:27:39They were frozen up!

2:27:42 > 2:27:46Here is a sight As direful to my soul

2:27:46 > 2:27:49as is a sword Unto a wretch hath slain his father.

2:27:50 > 2:27:52Come, I'll bear thee hence.

2:28:11 > 2:28:15What course do you mean to take, Antonio?

2:28:15 > 2:28:17This night I mean to venture all my fortune,

2:28:17 > 2:28:20Which is no more than a poor lingering life,

2:28:20 > 2:28:23To the Cardinal's worst of malice:

2:28:23 > 2:28:26I have got Private access to his chamber;

2:28:26 > 2:28:29and intend To visit him about the mid of night,

2:28:29 > 2:28:32As once his brother did our noble duchess.

2:28:32 > 2:28:35It may be that the sudden apprehension

2:28:35 > 2:28:37Of danger, for I'll go in mine own shape,

2:28:37 > 2:28:41When he shall see it fraight with love and duty,

2:28:41 > 2:28:44May draw the poison out of him, and work

2:28:44 > 2:28:46A friendly reconcilement:

2:28:47 > 2:28:50AUDIENCE LAUGHS

2:28:50 > 2:28:51If it fail, Yet it shall rid me

2:28:51 > 2:28:53of this infamous calling;

2:28:53 > 2:28:56For better fall once than be ever falling.

2:28:56 > 2:28:59I'll second you in all danger; and, howe'er,

2:28:59 > 2:29:02My life keeps rank with yours.

2:29:02 > 2:29:05You are still my loved And best friend.

2:29:05 > 2:29:08- PESCARA:- Now, doctor, may I visit your patient?

2:29:08 > 2:29:09If't please your lordship:

2:29:09 > 2:29:12but he's instantly To take the air here in the gallery

2:29:12 > 2:29:13By my direction.

2:29:13 > 2:29:15Pray thee, what's his disease?

2:29:15 > 2:29:18A very pestilent disease, my lord, They call lycanthropia.

2:29:18 > 2:29:20What's that? I need a dictionary to't.

2:29:20 > 2:29:22I'll tell you.

2:29:23 > 2:29:25In those that are possessed with't there o'erflows

2:29:25 > 2:29:29Such melancholy humour they imagine Themselves to be transformed

2:29:29 > 2:29:30into wolves;

2:29:30 > 2:29:33Steal forth to churchyards in the dead of night,

2:29:33 > 2:29:35And dig dead bodies up: as two nights since

2:29:35 > 2:29:38One met the duke 'bout midnight in a lane

2:29:38 > 2:29:40Behind Saint Mark's Church, with the leg of a man

2:29:40 > 2:29:41Upon his shoulder;

2:29:42 > 2:29:44And he howled fearfully;

2:29:45 > 2:29:47Said he was a wolf, only the difference

2:29:47 > 2:29:49Was, a wolf's skin was hairy on the outside,

2:29:49 > 2:29:52His on the inside; bade them take their swords,

2:29:52 > 2:29:54Rip up his flesh, and try:

2:29:54 > 2:29:57straight I was sent for, And, having ministered to him,

2:29:57 > 2:29:59found his grace Very well recovered.

2:29:59 > 2:30:00I am glad on't.

2:30:00 > 2:30:03Yet not without some fear Of a relapse.

2:30:03 > 2:30:06If he grow to his fit again, I'll go a nearer way to work with him

2:30:06 > 2:30:08Than ever Paracelsus dreamed of; if

2:30:08 > 2:30:11They'll give me leave, I'll buffet his madness

2:30:11 > 2:30:12Out of him.

2:30:12 > 2:30:14- FERDINAND SHOUTS - Stand aside; he comes.

2:30:14 > 2:30:15Leave me.

2:30:15 > 2:30:17Why doth your lordship love this solitariness?

2:30:17 > 2:30:22Oh, eagles commonly fly alone: they are crows, daws,

2:30:22 > 2:30:25and starlings that flock together.

2:30:25 > 2:30:27- HE SHRIEKS - Look, what's that follows me?

2:30:27 > 2:30:28Nothing, my lord.

2:30:28 > 2:30:31- Oh, yes, yes, yes. - Why 'tis your shadow.

2:30:31 > 2:30:32Stay it; let it not haunt me.

2:30:32 > 2:30:34Impossible, if you move, and the sun shine.

2:30:34 > 2:30:36I will throttle it.

2:30:36 > 2:30:38O, my lord, you are angry at nothing.

2:30:38 > 2:30:41Oh, you are a fool: how is't possible

2:30:41 > 2:30:43I should catch my shadow, unless I fall upon't?

2:30:43 > 2:30:46- Rise, good my lord. - Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh.

2:30:47 > 2:30:50I am studying the art of patience.

2:30:50 > 2:30:51'Tis a noble virtue.

2:30:51 > 2:30:54HE SINGS

2:31:02 > 2:31:06To drive six snails before me from this town to Moscow;

2:31:06 > 2:31:12neither use goad nor whip to them, but let them take their own time;

2:31:12 > 2:31:16and I'll crawl after like a sheep-biter.

2:31:16 > 2:31:18- CARDINAL:- Force him up.

2:31:18 > 2:31:21Use me well, you were best.

2:31:21 > 2:31:23- HE HOWLS - What I have done, I have done:

2:31:23 > 2:31:25I'll confess nothing.

2:31:25 > 2:31:26Now let me come to him.

2:31:27 > 2:31:29Are you mad, my lord?

2:31:31 > 2:31:33Are you out of your princely wits?

2:31:33 > 2:31:35- What's he? - PESCARA:- Your doctor.

2:31:35 > 2:31:37- HE RAMBLES - Let me have his beard sawed off,

2:31:37 > 2:31:39and his eyebrows filed more civil.

2:31:41 > 2:31:43I must do mad tricks with him, for that's the only way on't.

2:31:43 > 2:31:47I have brought Your grace a salamander's skin,

2:31:47 > 2:31:48to keep you From sun-burning.

2:31:48 > 2:31:53- HE WHIMPERS - I have cruel sore eyes.

2:31:53 > 2:31:56The white of a cicatrix's egg is present remedy.

2:31:56 > 2:31:58Oh, let it be a new-laid one, you were best.

2:31:58 > 2:32:00Hide me from him: physicians are like kings,

2:32:00 > 2:32:02They brook no contradiction.

2:32:02 > 2:32:05Now he begins to fear me: Now let me alone with him.

2:32:05 > 2:32:07- CARDINAL:- How now? Put off your gown!

2:32:07 > 2:32:09- DOCTOR:- Let me have Some forty urinals

2:32:09 > 2:32:10filled with rose-water:

2:32:10 > 2:32:13He and I'll go pelt one another with them.

2:32:13 > 2:32:18Now he begins to fear me. Can you fetch a frisk, sir?

2:32:18 > 2:32:20Mm, mm, mm?

2:32:20 > 2:32:22Let him go, let him go upon my peril:

2:32:22 > 2:32:23I find by his eye

2:32:23 > 2:32:27he stands in awe of me; I'll make him as tame as a dormouse.

2:32:28 > 2:32:32- HE GIGGLES - Can you fetch your frisks, sir!

2:32:32 > 2:32:33Hey?

2:32:33 > 2:32:36I'll stamp him Into a cullis,

2:32:36 > 2:32:39I'll flay off his skin, to cover one of the anatomies

2:32:39 > 2:32:42This rogue hath set i'th' cold yonder

2:32:42 > 2:32:44In Barber-Chirugeon's-hall.

2:32:44 > 2:32:50Hence, hence! You are all of you like beasts for sacrifice:

2:32:50 > 2:32:53HE YELLS

2:32:58 > 2:33:02There is nothing left of you, but tongue and belly,

2:33:04 > 2:33:06Flattery and lechery.

2:33:08 > 2:33:12Doctor, he did not fear you thoroughly.

2:33:12 > 2:33:15AUDIENCE LAUGHS

2:33:19 > 2:33:24True; I was somewhat too forward.

2:33:24 > 2:33:28Mercy upon me, what a fatal judgment Hath fall'n upon this Ferdinand!

2:33:28 > 2:33:29Sir, I would speak with you.

2:33:29 > 2:33:32- PESCARA:- We'll leave your grace, Wishing to the sick prince,

2:33:32 > 2:33:35our noble lord, All health of mind and body.

2:33:35 > 2:33:38You are most welcome. Are you come? So.

2:33:38 > 2:33:41This fellow must not know By any means I had intelligence

2:33:41 > 2:33:46In our duchess' death; Now, sir, how fares our sister?

2:33:46 > 2:33:49I do not think but sorrow makes her look

2:33:49 > 2:33:51Like to an oft-dyed garment: she shall now

2:33:51 > 2:33:54Take comfort from me, but be you of happy comfort:

2:33:54 > 2:33:57If you'll do one thing for me which I'll entreat,

2:33:57 > 2:33:59Though he had a cold tombstone o'er his bones,

2:33:59 > 2:34:02I'd make you what you would be.

2:34:02 > 2:34:04Give it me in a breath, and let me fly to't:

2:34:04 > 2:34:07- Sir, will you come in to supper? - I'm busy;

2:34:14 > 2:34:15Leave me.

2:34:23 > 2:34:26What an excellent shape hath that fellow!

2:34:34 > 2:34:36Thus it is.

2:34:36 > 2:34:40Antonio lurks here in Milan: Inquire him out, and kill him.

2:34:40 > 2:34:44Whilst he lives, Our sister cannot marry.

2:34:44 > 2:34:46Do this, and style me Thy advancement.

2:34:46 > 2:34:48Well, I'll not freeze i'th' business:

2:34:48 > 2:34:49I would see that wretched thing, Antonio,

2:34:49 > 2:34:51Above all sights i'th' world.

2:34:51 > 2:34:55Do, and...be happy.

2:34:57 > 2:35:00This fellow doth breed basilisks in's eyes,

2:35:00 > 2:35:03He's nothing else but murder; and yet he seems

2:35:03 > 2:35:05Not to have notice of the duchess' death.

2:35:05 > 2:35:08'Tis his cunning: I must follow his example;

2:35:08 > 2:35:11There cannot be a surer way to trace Than that of an old fox.

2:35:11 > 2:35:14- So, sir, you are well met. - How now?

2:35:14 > 2:35:15Nay, the doors are fast enough:

2:35:15 > 2:35:19Now, sir, I will make you confess your treachery.

2:35:19 > 2:35:21- Treachery! - Yes, confess to me

2:35:21 > 2:35:23Which of my women 'twas you hired...

2:35:24 > 2:35:26..to put Love-powder into my drink?

2:35:28 > 2:35:32- Love-powder! - Yes, when I was at Malfi.

2:35:32 > 2:35:36Why should I fall in love with such a face else?

2:35:36 > 2:35:38I have already suffered for thee so much pain,

2:35:38 > 2:35:41The only remedy to do me good Is to kill my longing.

2:35:41 > 2:35:43Sure, your pistol holds

2:35:43 > 2:35:46Nothing but perfumes or kissing-comfits.

2:35:46 > 2:35:47Excellent lady!

2:35:47 > 2:35:49You have a pretty way on't...

2:35:52 > 2:35:53..To discover Your longing.

2:35:53 > 2:35:57Come, I'll disarm you, And arm you thus:

2:35:58 > 2:36:00Why, this is most wondrous strange.

2:36:00 > 2:36:02Compare thy form and my eyes together,

2:36:02 > 2:36:04you'll find My love no such great miracle.

2:36:04 > 2:36:06And know you me, I am a blunt soldier.

2:36:06 > 2:36:07Oh, the better.

2:36:07 > 2:36:11Sure, there wants fire where there are no lively sparks

2:36:11 > 2:36:13- Of roughness. - And I want compliment.

2:36:13 > 2:36:14Why, ignorance

2:36:14 > 2:36:16In courtship cannot make you do amiss,

2:36:16 > 2:36:17If you have a heart to do well.

2:36:17 > 2:36:18You are very fair.

2:36:18 > 2:36:22Nay, if you lay beauty to my charge, I must plead unguilty.

2:36:22 > 2:36:24Your bright eyes carry A quiver of darts in them

2:36:24 > 2:36:25sharper than sunbeams.

2:36:25 > 2:36:28Uh! You will mar me with commendation,

2:36:30 > 2:36:32Put yourself to the charge of courting me,

2:36:32 > 2:36:34Whereas now I woo you.

2:36:34 > 2:36:37I have it, I will work upon this creature.

2:36:39 > 2:36:43Let us grow most amorously familiar:

2:36:47 > 2:36:49If the great cardinal now should see me thus,

2:36:49 > 2:36:52- Would he not count me a villain? - No, he might count me a wanton,

2:36:52 > 2:36:56Not lay a scruple of offence on you; For if I see, and steal a diamond,

2:36:56 > 2:36:58The fault is not i'th' stone, but in me the thief

2:36:58 > 2:37:00That purloins it.

2:37:01 > 2:37:04Oh, I am sudden with you:

2:37:04 > 2:37:06We that are great women of pleasure, use to cut off

2:37:06 > 2:37:09These uncertain wishes and unquiet longings,

2:37:09 > 2:37:11And in an instant join the sweet delight

2:37:11 > 2:37:14And the pretty excuse together.

2:37:14 > 2:37:16O, you are an excellent lady!

2:37:16 > 2:37:18Bid me do somewhat for you presently,

2:37:18 > 2:37:20To express I love you.

2:37:20 > 2:37:23I will, and if you love me, Fail not to effect it.

2:37:23 > 2:37:25The cardinal is grown wondrous melancholy:

2:37:25 > 2:37:28Demand the cause, let him not put you off

2:37:28 > 2:37:31With feign'd excuse; discover the main ground on't.

2:37:31 > 2:37:32Why would you know this?

2:37:32 > 2:37:34I have depended on him, And I hear he's

2:37:34 > 2:37:36fall'n in some disgrace With the emperor;

2:37:36 > 2:37:39if he be, like the mice That forsake falling houses,

2:37:39 > 2:37:40I would shift To other dependance.

2:37:40 > 2:37:45You shall have no need follow wars: I'll be thy maintenance.

2:37:45 > 2:37:46- Will you do this? - Cunningly.

2:37:46 > 2:37:49To-morrow I'll expect th' intelligence.

2:37:49 > 2:37:53To-morrow? Get you into my cabinet; You shall have it with you.

2:37:53 > 2:37:55Do not delay me, No more than I do you:

2:37:55 > 2:37:57I am like one That is condemned;

2:37:57 > 2:37:59I have my pardon promised, But I would see it sealed.

2:38:01 > 2:38:03Go, get you in:

2:38:03 > 2:38:05You shall see me wind my tongue about his heart

2:38:05 > 2:38:07- Like a skein of silk. - THEY LAUGH

2:38:13 > 2:38:15Yond's my lingering consumption:

2:38:17 > 2:38:19I am weary of her, and would by any means

2:38:19 > 2:38:21- Be quit of... - How now, my lord?

2:38:23 > 2:38:26- What ails you? - Nothing.

2:38:26 > 2:38:30Oh, you are much altered: come, I must be

2:38:30 > 2:38:32Your secretary, and remove this lead From off your bosom:

2:38:32 > 2:38:33what's the matter?

2:38:33 > 2:38:35I may not Tell you.

2:38:35 > 2:38:40Are you so far in love with sorrow You cannot part with part of it?

2:38:40 > 2:38:42Or think you I cannot love your grace

2:38:42 > 2:38:45when you are sad As well as merry? Or do you suspect

2:38:45 > 2:38:46I, that have been a secret to your heart

2:38:46 > 2:38:48These many winters, cannot be the same

2:38:48 > 2:38:49Unto your tongue?

2:38:49 > 2:38:51Satisfy your longing,

2:38:51 > 2:38:53The only way to make thee keep my counsel

2:38:53 > 2:38:54Is, not to tell thee.

2:38:54 > 2:38:57- Tell your echo this, and not me; - What, will you rack me?

2:38:57 > 2:38:59No, judgment shall Draw it from you:

2:38:59 > 2:39:00it is an equal fault,

2:39:00 > 2:39:03To tell one's secrets unto all or none.

2:39:03 > 2:39:06- The first argues folly. - But the last tyranny.

2:39:06 > 2:39:09HE SIGHS

2:39:10 > 2:39:13Very well: why, imagine I have committed...

2:39:18 > 2:39:21Some secret deed which I desire the world

2:39:21 > 2:39:22May never hear of.

2:39:22 > 2:39:25Therefore may not I know it?

2:39:25 > 2:39:28You have concealed for me as great a sin

2:39:28 > 2:39:33As adultery. Sir, never was occasion For perfect trial of my constancy

2:39:33 > 2:39:35Till now: sir, I beseech you...

2:39:35 > 2:39:37- You'll repent it. - Never.

2:39:37 > 2:39:40It hurries thee to death: I'll not tell thee.

2:39:40 > 2:39:42Look, be well advised, and...

2:39:42 > 2:39:44Look, think what danger 'tis

2:39:44 > 2:39:49To receive a prince's secrets: they that do,

2:39:49 > 2:39:51Had need have their breasts hooped with adamant

2:39:51 > 2:39:53To contain them.

2:39:53 > 2:39:54Now, I pray thee, yet be satisfied;

2:39:58 > 2:40:01- Examine your own frailty; - SHE GIGGLES

2:40:01 > 2:40:04'Tis more easy To tie knots than unloose them:

2:40:04 > 2:40:07It is a secret That, like a lingering poison,

2:40:07 > 2:40:09may chance lie Spread in your veins,

2:40:09 > 2:40:10and kill thee seven year hence.

2:40:10 > 2:40:14- Oh, now you dally with me. - Oh, no more; thou shalt know it.

2:40:20 > 2:40:22By my appointment the...

2:40:23 > 2:40:25..great Duchess of Malfi...

2:40:27 > 2:40:29- HE SIGHS - ..And two of her young children,

2:40:29 > 2:40:31four nights since, Were strangled.

2:40:31 > 2:40:34SHE CACKLES

2:40:44 > 2:40:48O Heaven! Sir, what... What have you done!

2:40:48 > 2:40:49How now? How settles this?

2:40:49 > 2:40:50Think you your bosom

2:40:50 > 2:40:52To be a grave dark and obscure enough

2:40:52 > 2:40:55- For such a secret? - You have undone yourself, sir.

2:40:55 > 2:40:58- Why? - It lies not in me to conceal it.

2:40:58 > 2:41:01No? Come, I'll swear thee to't

2:41:01 > 2:41:03upon this book.

2:41:03 > 2:41:05- Most religiously. - Huh!

2:41:08 > 2:41:09Kiss it.

2:41:14 > 2:41:15Ow!

2:41:17 > 2:41:19Now you shall Never utter it; thy curiosity

2:41:19 > 2:41:22Hath undone thee; thou'rt poisoned by this book;

2:41:22 > 2:41:26- No. No. No! - SHE SHRIEKS

2:41:26 > 2:41:30See, because I knew thou couldst not keep my secret,

2:41:30 > 2:41:32I bound thee to't by death.

2:41:32 > 2:41:33For pity sake, Hold!

2:41:33 > 2:41:34Ha! Bosola?

2:41:34 > 2:41:36SHE GROANS

2:41:36 > 2:41:37I forgive you

2:41:37 > 2:41:39This equal piece of justice you have done;

2:41:39 > 2:41:40For...

2:41:40 > 2:41:43SHE LAUGHS

2:41:43 > 2:41:46..I betrayed your counsel to that fellow:

2:41:46 > 2:41:49He overheard it; that was the cause I said

2:41:49 > 2:41:51It lay not in me to conceal it.

2:41:51 > 2:41:54O foolish woman, Couldst not thou have poisoned him?

2:41:54 > 2:41:56SHE LAUGHS

2:41:56 > 2:41:58SHE SNARLS

2:41:58 > 2:42:00'Tis weakness, Too much to think

2:42:00 > 2:42:01what should have been done.

2:42:02 > 2:42:04I go, I know not whither.

2:42:04 > 2:42:06Who placed thee there?

2:42:06 > 2:42:09Her lust, as she intended.

2:42:09 > 2:42:11Oh, very well:

2:42:15 > 2:42:16Oh.

2:42:20 > 2:42:23Well, now you know me for your fellow-murderer.

2:42:24 > 2:42:26- HE GRUMBLES - No more; there is

2:42:26 > 2:42:28A fortune in store for thee.

2:42:28 > 2:42:30Must I go sue to Fortune any longer?

2:42:30 > 2:42:31'Tis the fool's Pilgrimage.

2:42:31 > 2:42:33I have honours in store for thee.

2:42:33 > 2:42:35There are a many ways that conduct to seeming Honour,

2:42:35 > 2:42:36some of them very dirty ones.

2:42:36 > 2:42:38Oh, throw to the devil your melancholy.

2:42:38 > 2:42:40The fire burns well: What need we keep a stirring of it,

2:42:40 > 2:42:42to make A greater smother?

2:42:42 > 2:42:44- Thou wilt kill Antonio?- Yes.

2:42:44 > 2:42:45Take up that body.

2:42:45 > 2:42:49I think I shall shortly grow the common bier for the church-yards.

2:42:49 > 2:42:51I will allow thee some dozen of attendants

2:42:51 > 2:42:53to aid thee in the murder.

2:42:53 > 2:42:55Hm.

2:42:55 > 2:42:57Come to me after midnight, to help to remove

2:42:57 > 2:42:59that body to her own lodging.

2:42:59 > 2:43:03I'll give out that she died of the plague.

2:43:03 > 2:43:07'Twill breed the less inquiry after her death.

2:43:07 > 2:43:10Believe me, you have done a very happy turn.

2:43:10 > 2:43:11Fail not to come.

2:43:11 > 2:43:14There is the master-key of my lodgings,

2:43:14 > 2:43:21by the which you may conceive what trust I plant in you.

2:43:21 > 2:43:23You shall find me ready.

2:43:23 > 2:43:24Hm.

2:43:26 > 2:43:30How this man bears up in blood!

2:43:30 > 2:43:32Seems fearless!

2:43:32 > 2:43:36Why, 'tis well. Security some men call the suburb of hell,

2:43:36 > 2:43:38only a dead wall between.

2:43:38 > 2:43:42Well, good Antonio, I'll seek thee out,

2:43:42 > 2:43:45and all my care shall be to put thee into safety from the reach

2:43:45 > 2:43:49Of these most cruel biters that have got some of thy blood already.

2:43:49 > 2:43:52It may be, I'll join with thee in a most just revenge.

2:43:52 > 2:43:57The weakest arm is strong enough that strikes with the sword of justice.

2:43:57 > 2:44:01Still methinks the duchess haunts me there, there!

2:44:01 > 2:44:05'Tis nothing but my melancholy.

2:44:05 > 2:44:09O Penitence, let me truly taste thy cup,

2:44:09 > 2:44:11That throws men down only to raise them up!

2:44:34 > 2:44:36Yond's the cardinal's window.

2:44:36 > 2:44:39I do love these ancient ruins.

2:44:39 > 2:44:41We never tread upon them but we set

2:44:41 > 2:44:44Our foot upon some reverend history

2:44:44 > 2:44:48And, questionless, here in this open court,

2:44:48 > 2:44:51which now lies naked to the injuries

2:44:51 > 2:44:54Of stormy weather, some men lie interr'd

2:44:54 > 2:44:59Loved the church so well, and gave so largely to it,

2:44:59 > 2:45:03they thought it should have canopied their bones till dooms-day.

2:45:03 > 2:45:08But all things have their end - churches and cities,

2:45:08 > 2:45:13which have diseases like to men, must have like death that we have.

2:45:13 > 2:45:14ECHO: Like death that we have.

2:45:14 > 2:45:16Now the echo hath caught you.

2:45:16 > 2:45:19It groan'd, methought, and gave a very deadly accent.

2:45:19 > 2:45:20ECHO: Deadly accent.

2:45:20 > 2:45:22I told you 'twas a pretty one.

2:45:22 > 2:45:25You may make it a huntsman, or a falconer, a musician,

2:45:25 > 2:45:27or a thing of sorrow.

2:45:27 > 2:45:28ECHO: A thing of sorrow.

2:45:28 > 2:45:30'Twas very like my wife's voice.

2:45:30 > 2:45:33- ECHO: Ay, wife's voice. - Come, let us walk further from it.

2:45:33 > 2:45:35I would not have you go to the cardinal's tonight.

2:45:35 > 2:45:40Wisdom doth not more moderate wasting sorrow than time.

2:45:40 > 2:45:42Take time for it. Be mindful of thy safety.

2:45:42 > 2:45:44ECHO: Be mindful of thy safety.

2:45:44 > 2:45:46Necessity compels me.

2:45:46 > 2:45:49Make scrutiny through the passages Of your own life.

2:45:49 > 2:45:52You'll find it impossible to fly your fate.

2:45:52 > 2:45:53ECHO: O, fly your fate!

2:45:53 > 2:45:55Hark! The dead stones seem to have pity on you,

2:45:55 > 2:45:57and give you good counsel.

2:45:57 > 2:46:02Echo, I will not talk with thee, for thou art a dead thing.

2:46:02 > 2:46:05ECHO: Thou art a dead thing.

2:46:05 > 2:46:10My duchess is asleep now, and her little ones, I hope sweetly.

2:46:10 > 2:46:12O heaven, Shall I never see her more?

2:46:12 > 2:46:14ECHO: Never see her more.

2:46:14 > 2:46:17I mark'd not one repetition of the echo

2:46:17 > 2:46:19But that, and on the sudden a clear light

2:46:19 > 2:46:21Presented me a face folded in sorrow.

2:46:21 > 2:46:24Your fancy merely.

2:46:24 > 2:46:28Come, I'll be out of this ague,

2:46:28 > 2:46:31For to live thus is not indeed to live.

2:46:31 > 2:46:35It is a mockery and abuse of life.

2:46:35 > 2:46:38I will not henceforth save myself by halves.

2:46:38 > 2:46:40Lose all, or nothing.

2:46:40 > 2:46:43Your own virtue save you!

2:46:43 > 2:46:44Fare you well.

2:46:46 > 2:46:50Though in our miseries fortune have a part,

2:46:50 > 2:46:54yet in our noble suffering she hath none.

2:46:54 > 2:46:59Contempt of pain that we may call our own.

2:46:59 > 2:47:02MAN SINGS

2:47:06 > 2:47:10You shall not watch to-night by the sick prince.

2:47:10 > 2:47:12His grace is very well recovered.

2:47:12 > 2:47:14Good my lord, suffer us.

2:47:14 > 2:47:16By no means. The noise, and change of object in his eye,

2:47:16 > 2:47:18the more distracts him.

2:47:18 > 2:47:21I pray you all to bed. And though you hear him in his violent fit,

2:47:21 > 2:47:23do not rise, I entreat you.

2:47:23 > 2:47:25So, sir, we shall not.

2:47:25 > 2:47:29Now, I must have your promise upon your honours,

2:47:29 > 2:47:31for I was enjoined to it by himself

2:47:31 > 2:47:33and he seemed to urge it sensibly.

2:47:33 > 2:47:34Let our honours bind this trifle.

2:47:34 > 2:47:36- Nor any of your followers.- Neither.

2:47:38 > 2:47:41It may be, to make trial of your promise,

2:47:41 > 2:47:44When he's asleep, myself will rise and feign

2:47:46 > 2:47:50some of his mad tricks, and cry out for help,

2:47:50 > 2:47:53and feign myself in danger.

2:47:53 > 2:47:55If your throat were cutting, I'd not come at you.

2:47:55 > 2:47:58Now I have protested against it.

2:47:58 > 2:47:59Why, I thank you.

2:48:01 > 2:48:03'Twas a foul storm to-night.

2:48:03 > 2:48:06The Lord Ferdinand's chamber shook like an osier.

2:48:06 > 2:48:09'Twas nothing put pure kindness in the devil to rock his own child.

2:48:09 > 2:48:12The reason why I would not suffer these about my brother is

2:48:12 > 2:48:16because at midnight I might with better privacy convey

2:48:16 > 2:48:18Julia's body to her lodgings.

2:48:21 > 2:48:23O, my... my conscience!

2:48:25 > 2:48:27Ha!

2:48:27 > 2:48:30LAUGHTER

2:48:30 > 2:48:31I would pray now,

2:48:31 > 2:48:34but the devil takes away my heart

2:48:34 > 2:48:36For having any confidence in prayer.

2:48:37 > 2:48:40About this hour I appointed Bosola should fetch the body.

2:48:40 > 2:48:44When he hath served my turn, he dies.

2:48:44 > 2:48:47Ha! 'Twas the cardinal's voice. I heard him name Bosola and my death.

2:48:47 > 2:48:49Listen. I hear one's footing.

2:48:49 > 2:48:52Strangling is a very quiet death.

2:48:52 > 2:48:55Nay, I see I must stand upon my guard.

2:48:55 > 2:48:57What say to that? Whisper softly.

2:48:57 > 2:48:58LAUGHTER

2:48:58 > 2:49:01Will you agree to it?

2:49:03 > 2:49:04So...

2:49:06 > 2:49:10it must be done in the dark - the cardinal would

2:49:10 > 2:49:13not for a thousand pounds the doctor should see it.

2:49:16 > 2:49:22My death...is plotted.

2:49:22 > 2:49:24Here's the consequence of murder.

2:49:24 > 2:49:26We value not desert nor Christian breath,

2:49:26 > 2:49:30When we know black deeds must be cured with death.

2:49:30 > 2:49:32Here stay, sir, and be confident, I pray.

2:49:32 > 2:49:34I'll fetch you a dark lantern.

2:49:34 > 2:49:36Could I but take him at his prayers, there were hope of pardon.

2:49:36 > 2:49:38Fall right, my sword!

2:49:38 > 2:49:40Aargh!

2:49:40 > 2:49:43I'll not give thee so much leisure as to pray.

2:49:43 > 2:49:44O, I am gone!

2:49:44 > 2:49:46Thou hast ended a long suit in a minute.

2:49:46 > 2:49:48What art thou?

2:49:48 > 2:49:51A most wretched thing, that only have thy benefit in death,

2:49:51 > 2:49:52to appear myself.

2:49:52 > 2:49:54Where are you, sir?

2:49:54 > 2:49:55Very near my home.

2:49:56 > 2:49:58- Bosola!- O, misfortune!

2:49:58 > 2:50:01Smother thy pity, thou art dead else.

2:50:07 > 2:50:11Antonio! The man I would have saved 'bove mine own life!

2:50:11 > 2:50:14We are merely the stars' tennis-balls,

2:50:14 > 2:50:18struck and banded which way please them.

2:50:18 > 2:50:21Antonio,

2:50:21 > 2:50:24I'll whisper one thing in thy dying ear

2:50:24 > 2:50:26shall make thy heart break quickly!

2:50:27 > 2:50:30Thy fair duchess and two sweet children...

2:50:30 > 2:50:33Their very names kindle a little life in me.

2:50:33 > 2:50:36Are murder'd.

2:50:42 > 2:50:44Some men have wish'd to die

2:50:44 > 2:50:47at the hearing of sad tidings.

2:50:47 > 2:50:50I am glad that I shall do it in sadness.

2:50:51 > 2:50:55I would not now wish my wounds balm'd nor heal'd,

2:50:55 > 2:50:58for I have no use to put my life to.

2:50:59 > 2:51:02In all our quest of greatness,

2:51:02 > 2:51:06like wanton boys whose pastime is their care,

2:51:06 > 2:51:10we follow after bubbles blown in th' air.

2:51:10 > 2:51:14Pleasure of life, what is it?

2:51:14 > 2:51:17Only the good hours of an ague,

2:51:17 > 2:51:20merely a preparative to rest,

2:51:20 > 2:51:22to endure vexation.

2:51:22 > 2:51:28I do not ask the process of my death. Only commend me to Delio.

2:51:28 > 2:51:32- Break, heart!- And let my son fly the courts of princes.

2:51:38 > 2:51:40Thou seem'st to have lov'd Antonio.

2:51:40 > 2:51:43I brought him hither, to have reconcil'd him to the cardinal.

2:51:43 > 2:51:46I do not ask thee that. Take him up, if thou tender thine own life,

2:51:46 > 2:51:49and bear him where lady Julia was wont to lodge. My fate moves swift!

2:51:49 > 2:51:51I have this cardinal in the forge already.

2:51:51 > 2:51:54Now I'll bring him to the hammer.

2:51:54 > 2:51:56O direful misprision!