A WOMAN KILLED WITH KINDNESS
A monologue from the
play by Thomas
Heywood
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NOTE: This monologue is reprinted
from A Woman Killed With Kindness. Ed. A. W. Ward. London:
Dent, 1897. |
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- WENDOLL: [Melancholy] I am a villain, if I
apprehend
- But such a thought! Then, to attempt the deed--
- Slave, thou art damned without redemption!
- I'll drive away this passion with a song.
- A song! Ha, ha! A song! As if, fond man,
- Thy eyes could swim in laughter when thy soul
- Lies drenched and drownéd in red tears of blood!
- I'll pray, and see if God within my heart
- Plant better thoughts. Why, prayers are meditations,
- And when I meditate (O, God forgive me!)
- It is on her divine perfections.
- I will forget her; I will arm myself
- Not t' entertain a thought of love to her;
- And, when I come by chance into her presence,
- I'll hale these balls until my eyestrings crack
- From being pulled and drawn to look that way.
- O God, O God! With what a violence
- I'm hurried to my own destruction!
- There goest thou, the most perfect'st man
- That ever England bred a gentleman,
- And shall I wrong his bed?--Thou God of Thunder,
- Stay, in thy thoughts of vengeance and of wrath,
- Thy great, almighty, and all-judging hand
- From speedy execution on a villain,
- A villain and a traitor to his friend!
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