RICHARD DUKE OF YORKE
A monologue from the
play by Christopher
Marlowe
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NOTE: This monologue is reprinted
from The Works. Christopher Marlowe. Oxford: Clarendon
Press, 1910. |
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- YORKE: She wolfe of France, but worse than
Wolues of France:
- Whose tongue more poison'd than the Adders tooth
- How ill beseeming is it in thy sexe,
- To triumph like an Amazonian trull
- Vpon his woes, whom Fortune captiuates?
- But that thy face is visard like, vnchanging,
- Made impudent by vse of euill deeds:
- I would assaie, proud Queene to make thee blush:
- To tell thee of whence thou art, from whom deriu'de,
- Twere shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shamelesse.
- Thy father beares the type of king of Naples,
- Of both the Sissiles and Ierusalem,
- Yet not so wealthie as an English Yeoman.
- Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to insult?
- It needes not, or it bootes thee not proud Queene,
- Vnlesse the Adage must be verifide:
- That beggars mounted, run their horse to death.
- Tis beautie, that oft makes women proud,
- But God he wots thy share thereof is small.
- Tis Gouernment, that makes them most admired,
- The contrarie doth make thee wondred at.
- Tis vertue that makes them seeme deuine,
- The want thereof makes thee abominable.
- Thou art as opposite to euerie good,
- As the Antipodes are vntu vs,
- Or as the south to the Septentrion.
- Oh Tygers hart wrapt in a womans hide?
- How couldst thou draine the life bloud of the childe,
- To bid the father wipe his eies withall,
- And yet be seene to beare a womans face?
- Women are milde, pittifull, and flexible,
- Thou indurate, sterne, rough, remorcelesse.
- Bids thou me rage? why now thou hast thy will.
- Wouldst haue me weepe? why so thou hast thy wish.
- For raging windes blowes vp a storme of teares,
- And when the rage alaies the raine begins.
- These teares are my sweet Rutlands obsequies,
- And euerie drop begs vengeance as it falls.
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