The White Devil E-Book

John Webster

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• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

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Beschreibung

In publishing this tragedy, I do but challenge myself that liberty, which other men have taken before me; not that I affect praise by it, for, nos hæc novimus esse nihil, only since it was acted in so dull a time of winter, presented in so open and black a theatre, that it wanted (that which is the only grace and setting-out of a tragedy) a full and understanding auditory; and that since that time I have noted, most of the people that come to that playhouse resemble those ignorant asses (who, visiting stationers' shops, their use is not to inquire for good books, but new books), I present it to the general view with this confidence: Nec rhoncos metues maligniorum, Nec scombris tunicas dabis molestas.

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The White Devil

The White DevilTO THE READERDRAMATIS PERSONÆACT IACT IIACT IIIACT IVACT VCopyright

The White Devil

John Webster

TO THE READER

In publishing this tragedy, I do but challenge myself that liberty, which other men have taken before me; not that I affect praise by it, for, nos hæc novimus esse nihil, only since it was acted in so dull a time of winter, presented in so open and black a theatre, that it wanted (that which is the only grace and setting-out of a tragedy) a full and understanding auditory; and that since that time I have noted, most of the people that come to that playhouse resemble those ignorant asses (who, visiting stationers' shops, their use is not to inquire for good books, but new books), I present it to the general view with this confidence:Nec rhoncos metues maligniorum,      Nec scombris tunicas dabis molestas.If it be objected this is no true dramatic poem, I shall easily confess it, non potes in nugas dicere plura meas, ipse ego quam dixi; willingly, and not ignorantly, in this kind have I faulted: For should a man present to such an auditory, the most sententious tragedy that ever was written, observing all the critical laws as height of style, and gravity of person, enrich it with the sententious Chorus, and, as it were Life and Death, in the passionate and weighty Nuntius: yet after all this divine rapture, O dura messorum ilia, the breath that comes from the incapable multitude is able to poison it; and, ere it be acted, let the author resolve to fix to every scene this of Horace: —Hæc hodie porcis comedenda relinques.To those who report I was a long time in finishing this tragedy, I confess I do not write with a goose-quill winged with two feathers; and if they will need make it my fault, I must answer them with that of Euripides to Alcestides, a tragic writer: Alcestides objecting that Euripides had only, in three days composed three verses, whereas himself had written three hundred: Thou tallest truth (quoth he), but here 's the difference, thine shall only be read for three days, whereas mine shall continue for three ages.Detraction is the sworn friend to ignorance: for mine own part, I have ever truly cherished my good opinion of other men's worthy labours, especially of that full and heightened style of Mr. Chapman, the laboured and understanding works of Mr. Johnson, the no less worthy composures of the both worthily excellent Mr. Beaumont and Mr. Fletcher; and lastly (without wrong last to be named), the right happy and copious industry of Mr. Shakespeare, Mr. Dekker, and Mr. Heywood, wishing what I write may be read by their light: protesting that, in the strength of mine own judgment, I know them so worthy, that though I rest silent in my own work, yet to most of theirs I dare (without flattery) fix that of Martial: —non norunt hæc monumenta mori.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

MONTICELSO, a Cardinal; afterwards Pope PAUL the Fourth.FRANCISCO DE MEDICIS, Duke of Florence; in the 5th Act disguised for a   Moor, under the name of MULINASSAR.BRACHIANO, otherwise PAULO GIORDANO URSINI, Duke of Brachiano, Husband   to ISABELLA, and in love with VITTORIA.GIOVANNI—his Son by ISABELLA.LODOVICO, an Italian Count, but decayed.ANTONELLI, | his Friends, and Dependants of the Duke of Florence.GASPARO, |CAMILLO, Husband to VITTORIA.HORTENSIO, one of BRACHIANO's Officers.MARCELLO, an Attendant of the Duke of Florence, and Brother to VITTORIA.FLAMINEO, his Brother; Secretary to BRACHIANO.JACQUES, a Moor, Servant to GIOVANNI.ISABELLA, Sister to FRANCISCO DE MEDICI, and Wife to BRACHIANO.VITTORIA COROMBONA, a Venetian Lady; first married to CAMILLO, afterwards   to BRACHIANO.CORNELIA, Mother to VITTORIA, FLAMINEO, and MARCELLO.ZANCHE, a Moor, Servant to VITTORIA.Ambassadors, Courtiers, Lawyers, Officers, Physicians, Conjurer,   Armourer, Attendants.THE SCENE—ITALY

ACT I

SCENE IEnter Count Lodovico, Antonelli, and GasparoLodo. Banish'd!Ant. It griev'd me much to hear the sentence.Lodo. Ha, ha, O Democritus, thy gods  That govern the whole world! courtly reward  And punishment. Fortune 's a right whore:  If she give aught, she deals it in small parcels,  That she may take away all at one swoop.  This 'tis to have great enemies! God 'quite them.  Your wolf no longer seems to be a wolf  Than when she 's hungry.Gas. You term those enemies,  Are men of princely rank.Lodo. Oh, I pray for them:  The violent thunder is adored by those  Are pasht in pieces by it.Ant. Come, my lord,  You are justly doom'd; look but a little back  Into your former life: you have in three years  Ruin'd the noblest earldom.Gas. Your followers  Have swallowed you, like mummia, and being sick  With such unnatural and horrid physic,  Vomit you up i' th' kennel.Ant. All the damnable degrees  Of drinking have you stagger'd through. One citizen,  Is lord of two fair manors, call'd you master,  Only for caviare.Gas. Those noblemen  Which were invited to your prodigal feasts,  (Wherein the phnix scarce could 'scape your throats)  Laugh at your misery, as fore-deeming you  An idle meteor, which drawn forth, the earth  Would be soon lost i' the air.Ant. Jest upon you,  And say you were begotten in an earthquake,  You have ruin'd such fair lordships.Lodo. Very good.  This well goes with two buckets: I must tend  The pouring out of either.Gas. Worse than these.  You have acted certain murders here in Rome,  Bloody and full of horror.Lodo. 'Las, they were flea-bitings:  Why took they not my head then?Gas. O, my lord!  The law doth sometimes mediate, thinks it good  Not ever to steep violent sins in blood:  This gentle penance may both end your crimes,  And in the example better these bad times.Lodo. So; but I wonder then some great men 'scape  This banishment: there 's Paulo Giordano Ursini,  The Duke of Brachiano, now lives in Rome,  And by close panderism seeks to prostitute  The honour of Vittoria Corombona:  Vittoria, she that might have got my pardon  For one kiss to the duke.Ant. Have a full man within you:  We see that trees bear no such pleasant fruit  There where they grew first, as where they are new set.  Perfumes, the more they are chaf'd, the more they render  Their pleasing scents, and so affliction  Expresseth virtue fully, whether true,  Or else adulterate.Lodo. Leave your painted comforts;  I 'll make Italian cut-works in their guts  If ever I return.Gas. Oh, sir.Lodo. I am patient.  I have seen some ready to be executed,  Give pleasant looks, and money, and grown familiar  With the knave hangman; so do I; I thank them,  And would account them nobly merciful,  Would they dispatch me quickly.Ant. Fare you well;  We shall find time, I doubt not, to repeal  Your banishment.Lodo. I am ever bound to you.  This is the world's alms; pray make use of it.  Great men sell sheep, thus to be cut in pieces,  When first they have shorn them bare, and sold their fleeces.                                                                  [ExeuntSCENE IIEnter Brachiano, Camillo, Flamineo, VittoriaBrach. Your best of rest.Vit. Unto my lord the duke,  The best of welcome. More lights: attend the duke.                                            [Exeunt Camillo and Vittoria.Brach. Flamineo.Flam. My lord.Brach. Quite lost, Flamineo.Flam. Pursue your noble wishes, I am prompt  As lightning to your service. O my lord!  The fair Vittoria, my happy sister,  Shall give you present audience—Gentlemen, [Whisper.  Let the caroch go on—and 'tis his pleasure  You put out all your torches and depart.Brach. Are we so happy?Flam. Can it be otherwise?  Observ'd you not to-night, my honour'd lord,  Which way soe'er you went, she threw her eyes?  I have dealt already with her chambermaid,  Zanche the Moor, and she is wondrous proud  To be the agent for so high a spirit.Brach. We are happy above thought, because 'bove merit.Flam. 'Bove merit! we may now talk freely: 'bove merit! what is 't you doubt? her coyness! that 's but the superficies of lust most women have; yet why should ladies blush to hear that named, which they do not fear to handle? Oh, they are politic; they know our desire is increased by the difficulty of enjoying; whereas satiety is a blunt, weary, and drowsy passion. If the buttery-hatch at court stood continually open, there would be nothing so passionate crowding, nor hot suit after the beverage.Brach. Oh, but her jealous husband——Flam. Hang him; a gilder that hath his brains perished with quicksilver  is not more cold in the liver. The great barriers moulted not more  feathers, than he hath shed hairs, by the confession of his doctor. An  Irish gamester that will play himself naked, and then wage all  downward, at hazard, is not more venturous. So unable to please a  woman, that, like a Dutch doublet, all his back is shrunk into his  breaches.  Shroud you within this closet, good my lord;  Some trick now must be thought on to divide  My brother-in-law from his fair bed-fellow.Brach. Oh, should she fail to come——Flam. I must not have your lordship thus unwisely amorous. I myself have not loved a lady, and pursued her with a great deal of under-age protestation, whom some three or four gallants that have enjoyed would with all their hearts have been glad to have been rid of. 'Tis just like a summer bird-cage in a garden: the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out. Away, away, my lord. [Exit Brachiano as Camillo enters.See here he comes. This fellow by his apparel  Some men would judge a politician;  But call his wit in question, you shall find it  Merely an ass in 's foot-cloth. How now, brother?  What, travelling to bed with your kind wife?Cam. I assure you, brother, no. My voyage lies  More northerly, in a far colder clime.  I do not well remember, I protest,  When I last lay with her.Flam. Strange you should lose your count.Cam. We never lay together, but ere morning  There grew a flaw between us.Flam. 'T had been your part  To have made up that flaw.Cam. True, but she loathes I should be seen in 't.Flam. Why, sir, what 's the matter?Cam. The duke your master visits me, I thank him;  And I perceive how, like an earnest bowler,  He very passionately leans that way  he should have his bowl run.Flam. I hope you do not think——Cam. That nobleman bowl booty? faith, his cheek  Hath a most excellent bias: it would fain  Jump with my mistress.Flam. Will you be an ass,  Despite your Aristotle? or a cuckold,  Contrary to your Ephemerides,  Which shows you under what a smiling planet  You were first swaddled?Cam. Pew wew, sir; tell me not  Of planets nor of Ephemerides.  A man may be made cuckold in the day-time,  When the stars' eyes are out.Flam. Sir, good-bye you;  I do commit you to your pitiful pillow  Stuffed with horn-shavings.Cam. Brother!Flam. God refuse me.  Might I advise you now, your only course  Were to lock up your wife.Cam. 'Twere very good.Flam. Bar her the sight of revels.Cam. Excellent.Flam. Let her not go to church, but, like a hound  In leon, at your heels.Cam. 'Twere for her honour.Flam. And so you should be certain in one fortnight,  Despite her chastity or innocence,  To be cuckolded, which yet is in suspense:  This is my counsel, and I ask no fee for 't.Cam. Come, you know not where my nightcap wrings me.Flam. Wear it a' th' old fashion; let your large ears come through, it will be more easy—nay, I will be bitter—bar your wife of her entertainment: women are more willingly and more gloriously chaste, when they are least restrained of their liberty. It seems you would be a fine capricious, mathematically jealous coxcomb; take the height of your own horns with a Jacob's staff, afore they are up. These politic enclosures for paltry mutton, makes more rebellion in the flesh, than all the provocative electuaries doctors have uttered since last jubilee.Cam. This doth not physic me——Flam. It seems you are jealous: I 'll show you the error of it by a familiar example: I have seen a pair of spectacles fashioned with such perspective art, that lay down but one twelve pence a' th' board, 'twill appear as if there were twenty; now should you wear a pair of these spectacles, and see your wife tying her shoe, you would imagine twenty hands were taking up of your wife's clothes, and this would put you into a horrible causeless fury.Cam. The fault there, sir, is not in the eyesight.Flam. True, but they that have the yellow jaundice think all objects they look on to be yellow. Jealousy is worse; her fits present to a man, like so many bubbles in a basin of water, twenty several crabbed faces, many times makes his own shadow his cuckold-maker. [Enter Vittoria Corombona.] See, she comes; what reason have you to be jealous of this creature? what an ignorant ass or flattering knave might be counted, that should write sonnets to her eyes, or call her brow the snow of Ida, or ivory of Corinth; or compare her hair to the blackbird's bill, when 'tis liker the blackbird's feather? This is all. Be wise; I will make you friends, and you shall go to bed together. Marry, look you, it shall not be your seeking. Do you stand upon that, by any means: walk you aloof; I would not have you seen in 't.—Sister [my lord attend you in the banqueting-house,] your husband is wondrous discontented.Vit. I did nothing to displease him; I carved to him at supper-time.Flam. [You need not have carved him, in faith; they say he is a capon already. I must now seemingly fall out with you.] Shall a gentleman so well descended as Camillo [a lousy slave, that within this twenty years rode with the black guard in the duke's carriage, 'mongst spits and dripping-pans!]—Cam. Now he begins to tickle her.Flam. An excellent scholar [one that hath a head fill'd with calves' brains without any sage in them,] come crouching in the hams to you for a night's lodging? [that hath an itch in 's hams, which like the fire at the glass-house hath not gone out this seven years] Is he not a courtly gentleman? [when he wears white satin, one would take him by his black muzzle to be no other creature than a maggot] You are a goodly foil, I confess, well set out [but cover'd with a false stone— yon counterfeit diamond].Cam. He will make her know what is in me.Flam. Come, my lord attends you; thou shalt go to bed to my lord.Cam. Now he comes to 't.Flam. [With a relish as curious as a vintner going to taste new wine.]  [To Camillo.] I am opening your case hard.Cam. A virtuous brother, o' my credit!Flam. He will give thee a ring with a philosopher's stone in it.Cam. Indeed, I am studying alchemy.Flam. Thou shalt lie in a bed stuffed with turtle's feathers; swoon in perfumed linen, like the fellow was smothered in roses. So perfect shall be thy happiness, that as men at sea think land, and trees, and ships, go that way they go; so both heaven and earth shall seem to go your voyage. Shalt meet him; 'tis fix'd, with nails of diamonds to inevitable necessity.Vit. How shalt rid him hence?Flam. [I will put brize in 's tail, set him gadding presently.] I have almost wrought her to it; I find her coming: but, might I advise you now, for this night I would not lie with her, I would cross her humour to make her more humble.Cam. Shall I, shall I?Flam. It will show in you a supremacy of judgment.Cam. True, and a mind differing from the tumultuary opinion; for, quæ  negata, grata.Flam. Right: you are the adamant shall draw her to you, though you keep  distance off.Cam. A philosophical reason.Flam. Walk by her a' th' nobleman's fashion, and tell her you will lie with her at the end of the progress.Cam. Vittoria, I cannot be induc'd, or as a man would say, incited——Vit. To do what, sir?