The Duchess Of Malfi – Monologue (Duchess – 2)

A monologue from the play by John Webster

Act – 4, Scene – 2


Oh that it were possible we might
But hold some two days conference with the dead,
From them I should learn somewhat I am sure
I never shall know here. I’ll tell thee a miracle,
I am not mad yet, to my cause of sorrow.
Th’heaven o’er my head seems made of molten brass,
The earth of flaming sulphur, yet I am not mad;
I am acquainted with sad misery
As the tanned galley-slave is with his oar.
Necessity makes me suffer constantly,
And custom makes it easy. Who do I look like now?

Read the play here

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