The Duchess of Malfi
By John Webster.
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To the Rt. Hon. George Harding, Baron Berkeley,1 of Berkeley Castle, and Knight of the Order of the Bath to the illustrious Prince Charles.
My Noble Lord,
That I may present my excuse why, being a stranger to your lordship, I offer this poem to your patronage, I plead this warrant:—men who never saw the sea yet desire to behold that regiment of waters, choose some eminent river to guide them thither, and make that, as it were, their conduct or postilion: by the like ingenious means has your fame arrived at my knowledge, receiving it from some of worth, who both in contemplation and practice owe to your honour their clearest service. I do not altogether look up at your title; the ancientest nobility being but a relic of time past, and the truest honour indeed being for a map to confer honour on himself, which your learning strives to propagate, and shall make you arrive at the dignity of a great example. I am confident this work is not unworthy your honour’s perusal; for by such poems as this poets have kissed the hands of great princes, and drawn their gentle eyes to look down upon their sheets of paper when the poets themselves were bound up in their winding-sheets. The like courtesy from your lordship shall make you live in your grave, and laurel spring out of it, when the ignorant scorners of the Muses, that like worms in libraries seem to live only to destroy learning, shall wither neglected and forgotten. This work and myself I humbly present to your approved censure, it being the utmost of my wishes to have your honourable self my weighty and perspicuous comment; which grace so done me shall ever be acknowledged
Dramatis Personae
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Ferdinand Duke of Calabria
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Cardinal his brother
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Antonio Bologna, Steward of the Household to the Duchess
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Delio his friend
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Daniel de Bosola, Gentleman of the Horse to the Duchess
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Castruccio, an old Lord
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Marquis of Pescara
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Count Malatesti
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Roderigo,
Silvio,
Grisolan, Lords -
Doctor
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The Several Madmen
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Duchess of Malfi
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Cariola her woman
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Julia, Castruccio’s wife, and the Cardinal’s mistress
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Old Lady
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Ladies, Three Young Children, Two Pilgrims, Executioners, Court Officers, and Attendants
Scene: Malfi, Rome, Loretto, and Milan.
The Duchess of Malfi
Act I
Scene I
Malfi. The presence chamber in the palace of the Duchess.
Enter Antonio and Delio. | |
Delio |
You are welcome to your country, dear Antonio; |
Antonio |
I admire it: |
Enter Cardinal and Bosala. | |
Bosola | I do haunt you still. |
Cardinal | So. |
Bosola | I have done you better service than to be slighted thus. Miserable age, where only the reward of doing well is the doing of it! |
Cardinal | You enforce your merit too much. |
Bosola | I fell into the galleys in your service: where, for two years together, I wore two towels instead of a shirt, with a knot on the shoulder, after the fashion of a Roman mantle. Slighted thus! I will thrive some way. Blackbirds fatten best in hard weather; why not I in these dog-days? |
Cardinal | Would you could become honest! |
Bosola | With all your divinity do but direct me the way to it. I have known many travel far for it, and yet return as arrant knaves as they went forth, because they carried themselves always along with them. Exit Cardinal. Are you gone? |