A monologue from the play by Thomas Heywood

  • NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from A Woman Killed With Kindness. Ed. A. W. Ward. London: Dent, 1897.
  • 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 drown├ęd 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!