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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- GLOSTER: I, Edward, will vse women honourablie,
- Would he were wasted marrow, bones and all,
- That from his loines no issue might succeed
- To hinder me from the golden time I looke for,
- For I am not yet lookt on in the world.
- First is there Edward, Clarence, and Henry
- And his sonne, and all thy lookt for issue
- Of their loines ere I can plant my selfe,
- A cold premeditation for my purpose,
- What other pleasure is there in the world beside?
- I will go clad my bodie in gaie ornaments,
- And lull my selfe within a ladies lap,
- And witch sweet Ladies with my words and lookes.
- Oh monstrous man, to harbour such a thought!
- Why loue did scorne me in my mothers wombe,
- And for I should not deale in hir affaires,
- Shee did corrupt fraile nature in the flesh,
- And plaste an enuious mountaine on my backe,
- Where sits deformity to mocke my bodie,
- To drie mine arme vp like a withered shrimpe.
- To make my legges of an vnequall size,
- And am I then a man to be belou'd?
- Easier for me to compasse twentie crownes.
- Tut I can smile, and murder when I smile,
- I crie content, to that that greeues me most.
- I can adde colours to the Camelion,
- And for a need change shapes with Protheus,
- And set the aspiring Catalin to schoole.
- Can I doe this, and cannot get the crowne?
- Tush were it ten times higher, Ile pull it downe.
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