A scene for 2 characters from the play "The Changeling" by Thomas Middleton and William Rowley
About this Monologue
- Characters: Beatrice?De Flores???
- Scene type / Who are: Flirting
- Type: Serio-comic
- Year: 1612
- Period: 17th Century
- Genre: Romance, Tragedy, Drama
- Description: Beatrice sweet talks De Flores in order to get him to kill Alonzo
- Location: ACT II, Scene 2
In this scene Beatrice sweet talks De Flores in order to convince him to kill Alonzo for her. Beatrice has always treated De Flores without any respect and De Flores acts very surprised at the beginning. Then Beatrice asks him to murder Alonzo and De Flores accepts, thinking that he will have a chance to ...
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[A chamber in the castle]
[Aside] I have watch'd this meeting, and do wonder much
What shall become of t'other; I'm sure both
Cannot be serv'd unless she transgress. Happily
Then I'll put in for one: for if a woman
Fly from one point, from him she makes a husband,
She spreads and mounts then like arithmetic,
One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand,
Proves in time sutler to an army royal.
Now do I look to be most richly rail'd at,
Yet I must see her.
[Aside] Why, put case I loath'd him
As much as youth and beauty hates a sepulcher,
Must I needs show it? Cannot I keep that secret,
And serve my turn upon him? See, he's here.--
[Aside] Ha, I shall run mad with joy!
She call'd me fairly by my name, Deflores,
And neither rogue nor rascal.
What ha' you done
To your face alate? Y'ave met with some good physician;
Y'ave prun'd yourself, methinks: you were not wont
To look so amorously.
[Aside] Not I;
'Tis the same physnomy to a hair and pimple
Which she call'd scurvy scarce an hour ago:
How is this?
Come hither, nearer, man.
[Aside] I'm up to the chin in heaven!
Turn, let me see.
Fah! 'Tis but the heat of the liver, I perceive 't.
I thought it had been worse.
[Aside] Her fingers touch'd me;
She smells all amber.
I'll make a water, for you shall cleanse this
Within a fortnight.
With your own hands, lady?
Yes, mine own, sir; in a work of cure,
I'll trust no other.
[Aside] 'Tis half an act of pleasure
To hear her talk thus to me.
When w'are us'd
To a hard face, 'tis not so unpleasing;
It mends still in opinion, hourly mends:
I see it by experience.
[Aside] I was blest
To light upon this minute; I'll make use on't.
Hardness becomes the visage of a man well;
It argues service, resolution, manhood,
If cause were of employment.
'Twould be soon seen,
If e'er your ladyship had cause to use it.
I would but wish the honour of a service
So happy as that mounts to.
[Aside] We shall try you.--
Oh, my Deflores!
[Aside] How's that?
She calls me hers already, my Deflores!--
You were about to sigh out somewhat, madam.
No, was I? I forgot. Oh!
There 'tis again,
The very fellow on't!
You are too quick, sir.
There's no excuse for't, now I heard it twice, madam:
That sigh would fain have utterance. Take pity on't
And lend it a free word; 'las, how it labours
For liberty! I hear the murmur yet
Beat at your bosom.
Ay, well said, that's it.
Had form'd me man.
Nay, that's not it.
Oh, 'tis the soul of freedom!
I should not then be forc'd to marry one
I hate beyond all depths; I should have power
Then to oppose my loathings, nay, remove 'em
Forever from my sight.
Oh, blest occasion!
[Kneeling] Without change to your sex, you have your wishes.
Claim so much man in me.
In thee, Deflores?
There's small cause for that.
Put it not from me;
It's a service that I kneel for to you.
You are too violent to mean faithfully;
There's horror in my service, blood and danger:
Can those be things to sue for?
If you knew
How sweet it were to me to be employed
In any act of yours, you would say then
I fail'd and us'd not reverence enough
When I receive the charge on't.
[Aside] This is much,
Methinks; belike his wants are greedy, and
To such gold tastes like angels' food.--Rise.
I'll have the work first.
[Aside] Possible his need
Is strong upon him. [Offering him money] There's to encourage thee;
As thou art forward and thy service dangerous,
Thy reward shall be precious.
That I have thought on;
I have assur'd myself of that beforehand,
And know it will be precious: the thought ravishes!
Then take him to thy fury.
I thirst for him.
Alonzo de Piracquo.
[Rises.] His end's upon him; he shall be seen no more.
How lovely now dost thou appear to me!
Never was man dearlier rewarded.
I do think of that.
Be wondrous careful in the execution.
Why, are not both our lives upon the cast?
Then I throw all my fears upon thy service.
They ne'er shall rise to hurt you.
When the deed's done,
I'll furnish thee with all things for thy flight;
Thou may'st live bravely in another country.
Ay, ay, we'll talk of that hereafter.
[Aside] I shall rid myself of two inveterate loathings
At one time: Piracquo and his dog-face.