The Duchess of Malfi
silence,
Methinks, expresseth more than if she spake.Ferdinand Her melancholy seems to be fortified
With a strange disdain.Bosola ’Tis so; and this restraint,
Like English mastives that grow fierce with tying,
Makes her too passionately apprehend
Those pleasures she is kept from.Ferdinand Curse upon her!
I will no longer study in the book
Of another’s heart. Inform her what I told you.Exit. Enter Duchess and Attendants. Bosola All comfort to your grace!
Duchess I will have none.
Pray thee, why dost thou wrap thy poison’d pills
In gold and sugar?Bosola Your elder brother, the Lord Ferdinand,
Is come to visit you, and sends you word,
’Cause once he rashly made a solemn vow
Never to see you more, he comes i’ th’ night;
And prays you gently neither torch nor taper
Shine in your chamber. He will kiss your hand,
And reconcile himself; but for his vow
He dares not see you.Duchess At his pleasure.—
Take hence the lights.—He’s come.Exeunt Attendants with lights. Enter Ferdinand. Ferdinand Where are you?
Duchess Here, sir.
Ferdinand This darkness suits you well.
Duchess I would ask you pardon.
Ferdinand You have it;
For I account it the honorabl’st revenge,
Where I may kill, to pardon.—Where are your cubs?Duchess Whom?
Ferdinand Call them your children;
For though our national law distinguish bastards
From true legitimate issue, compassionate nature
Makes them all equal.Duchess Do you visit me for this?
You violate a sacrament o’ th’ church
Shall make you howl in hell for’t.Ferdinand It had been well,
Could you have liv’d thus always; for, indeed,
You were too much i’ th’ light:—but no more;
I come to seal my peace with you. Here’s a hand
Gives her a dead man’s hand.
To which you have vow’d much love; the ring upon’t
You gave.Duchess I affectionately kiss it.
Ferdinand Pray, do, and bury the print of it in your heart.
I will leave this ring with you for a love-token;
And the hand as sure as the ring; and do not doubt
But you shall have the heart too. When you need a friend,
Send it to him that ow’d it; you shall see
Whether he can aid you.Duchess You are very cold:
I fear you are not well after your travel.—
Ha! lights!—O, horrible!Ferdinand Let her have lights enough.
Exit. Duchess What witchcraft doth he practise, that he hath left
A dead man’s hand here?Here is discovered, behind a traverse, 87 the artificial figures of Antonio and his children, appearing as if they were dead. Bosola Look you, here’s the piece from which ’twas ta’en.
He doth present you this sad spectacle,
That, now you know directly they are dead,
Hereafter you may wisely cease to grieve
For that which cannot be recovered.Duchess There is not between heaven and earth one wish
I stay for after this. It wastes me more
Than were’t my picture, fashion’d out of wax,
Stuck with a magical needle, and then buried
In some foul dunghill; and yon’s an excellent property
For a tyrant, which I would account mercy.Bosola What’s that?
Duchess If they would bind me to that lifeless trunk,
And let me freeze to death.Bosola Come, you must live.
Duchess That’s the greatest torture souls feel in hell,
In hell, that they must live, and cannot die.
Portia, 88 I’ll new kindle thy coals again,
And revive the rare and almost dead example
Of a loving wife.Bosola O, fie! despair? Remember
You are a Christian.Duchess The church enjoins fasting:
I’ll starve myself to death.Bosola Leave this vain sorrow.
Things being at the worst begin to mend: the bee
When he hath shot his sting into your hand,
May then play with your eyelid.Duchess Good comfortable fellow,
Persuade a wretch that’s broke upon the wheel
To have all his bones new set; entreat him live
To be executed again. Who must despatch me?
I account this world a tedious theatre,
For I do play a part in’t ’gainst my will.Bosola Come, be of comfort; I will save your life.
Duchess Indeed, I have not leisure to tend so small a business.
Bosola Now, by my life, I pity you.
Duchess Thou art a fool, then,
To waste thy pity on a thing so wretched
As cannot pity itself. I am full of daggers.
Puff, let me blow these vipers from me.Enter Servant. What are you?
Servant One that wishes you long life.
Duchess I would thou wert hang’d for the horrible curse
Thou hast given me: I shall shortly grow one
Of the miracles of pity. I’ll go pray;—Exit Servant. No, I’ll go curse.
Bosola O, fie!
Duchess I could curse the stars.
Bosola O, fearful!
Duchess And those three smiling seasons of the year
Into a Russian winter; nay, the world
To its first chaos.Bosola Look you, the stars shine still.
Duchess O, but you must
Remember, my curse hath a great way to go.—
Plagues, that make lanes through largest families,
Consume them!—Bosola Fie, lady!
Duchess Let them, like tyrants,
Never be remembered but for the ill they have done;
Let all the zealous prayers of mortified
Churchmen forget them!—Bosola O, uncharitable!
Duchess Let heaven a little while cease crowning martyrs,
To punish them!—
Go, howl them this, and say, I long to bleed:
It is some mercy when men kill with speed.Exit. Re-enter Ferdinand. Ferdinand Excellent, as I would wish; she’s plagu’d in art. 89
These presentations are but fram’d in wax
By the curious master in that quality, 90
Vincentio Lauriola, and she takes them
For true substantial bodies.Bosola Why do you do this?
Ferdinand To bring her to despair.
Bosola Faith, end here,
And go no farther in your cruelty:
Send her a penitential garment to put on
Next to her delicate skin, and furnish her
With beads and prayer-books.Ferdinand Damn her! that body of hers.
While that my blood run pure in’t, was more worth
Than that which thou wouldst comfort, call’d a soul.
I will send her masques of common courtesans,
Have her meat serv’d up by bawds and ruffians,
And, ’cause she’ll needs be mad, I am resolv’d
To move