The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 1 of 49
Webster, John · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Winter 1612-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 470 words
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Banished? It grieved me much to hear the sentence. Ha, Ha, o Democritus thy Gods That govern the whole world! Courtly reward, and punishment. fortune's a right whore. If she give aught, she deals it in small parcels, That she may take away all at one swoop. This 'tis to have great enemies, God quite them: Your wolf no longer seems to be a wolf Then when she's hungry. You term those enemies Are men of Princely rank. Oh I pray for them. The violent thunder is adored by those Are pashed in pieces by it. Come my Lord, You are justly doomed, look but a little back Into your former life: you have in three years Ruined the noblest Earldom Your followers Have swallowed you like Mummia, and being sick With such unnatural and horrid Physic Vomit you up i'th' kennel All the damnable degrees Of drinkings have you, you staggered through one Citizen. Is Lord of two fair Manors, called you master Only for Caviar. Those noblemen Which were invited to your prodigal feasts, Wherein the Phoenix scarce could scape your throats, Laugh at your misery, as foredeeming you: An idle Meteor which drawn forth the earth Would be soon lost i'th' air. jest upon you, And say you were begotten in an Earthquake, You have ruined such fair Lordships. Very good, This Well goes with two buckets, I must tend The pouring out of either. Worse than these, You have acted, certain Murders here in Rome, Bloody and full of horror. 'las they were flea-bitings? Why took they not my head then? O my Lord The law doth sometimes mediate, thinks it good Not ever to steep violent sins in blood, This gentle penance may both end your crimes, And in the example better these bad times. So, but I wonder then some great men scape This banishment, ther's Paulo Giordano Or, The Duke of Brachiano, now lives in Rome, And by close pandarism seeks to prostitute The honour of Vittoria Corombona, Vittoria, she that might have got my pardon For one kiss to the Duke. Have a full man within you, we see that Trees bear no such pleasant fruit There where they grew first, as where the are new set. Perfumes the more they are chafed the more they render Their pleasing scents, and so affliction Expresseth virtue, fully, whether true, Or else adulterate. Leave your painted comforts, I'll make Italian cut-works in their guts If ever I return. O Sir. I am patient, I have seen some ready to be executed Give pleasant looks, and money, and grown familiar With the knave hangman, so do I, I thank them, And would account them nobly merciful Would they dispatch me quickly, Fare you well, we shall find time I doubt not to repeal Your banishment.
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BAnisht? It greeu'd me much to heare the sentence. Ha, Ha, ô Democritus thy Gods That gouerne the whole world! Courtly reward, and punishment. Fortun's a right whore. If she giue ought, she deales it in smal percels, That she may take away all at one swope. This tis to haue great enemies, God quite them: Your woolfe no longer seemes to be a woolfe Then when shees hungry. You terme those enemies Are men of Princely ranke. Oh I pray for them. The violent thunder is adored by those Are pasht in peeces by it. Come my Lord, You are iustly dom'd, looke but a little backe Into your former life: you haue in three yeares Ruin'd the noblest Earldome Your followers Haue swallowed you like Mummia, and being sicke With such vnnaturall and horrid Phisicke Vomit you vp ith kennell All the damnable degrees Of drinkings haue you, you staggerd through one Cittizen. Is Lord of two faire Manors, cald you master Only for Cauiare. Those noblemen Which were inuited to your prodigall feastes, Wherin the Phaenix scarce could scape your throtes, Laugh at your misery, as fore-deeminge you: An idle Meteor which drawne forth the earth Would bee soone lost ith aire. Ieast vpon you, And say you were begotten in an Earthquake, You haue ruin'd such faire Lordships. Very good, This Well goes with two buckets, I must tend The powring out of eather. Worse then these, You haue acted, certaine Murders here in Rome, Bloody and full of horror. Las they were flea-bytinges? Why tooke they not my head then? O my Lord The law doth somtimes mediate, thinkes it good Not euer to steepe violent sinnes in blood, This gentle pennance may both end your crimes, And in the example better these bad times. So, but I wonder then some great men This banishment, ther's Paulo Giordano Or, The Duke of Brachiano, now liues in Rome, And by close pandarisme seekes to prostitute The honour of Uittoria Corombona, Vittoria, she that might haue got my pardon For one kisse to the Duke. Haue a full man within you, Wee see that Trees beare no such pleasant fruite There where they grew first, as where the are new set. Perfumes the more they are chaf'd the more they render Their pleasing sents, and so affliction Expresseth vertue, fully, whether trew, Or ells adulterate. Leaue your painted comforts, Ile make Italian cut-works in their guts If euer I returne. O Sir. I am patient, I haue seene some ready to be executed Giue pleasant lookes, and money, and growne familiar With the knaue hangman, so do I, I thanke them, And would account them nobly mercifull Would they dispatch me quicklie, Fare you well, Wee shall find time I doubt not to repeale Your banishment.