A monologue from the play by Niccolo Machiavelli

Adapted by Walter Wykes

NOTE: This monologue is reprinted with the author’s permission. All inquiries should be directed to the author at:

CALFUCCI: Well, he thoroughly enjoyed himself. Several times, in fact. You have to admire his stamina. And Lucrezia was very cooperative. Very pliant. She didn’t resist, you know. She encouraged the boy in his efforts.


She was only following my instructions, of course. I told her to do it.


But I don’t understand. Why did she keep screaming like that? That loud wail. Almost like singing. Like something from an opera.


She doesn’t do that with me.


Anyway, I left them alone after that. Went downstairs. I found her mother in front of the fireplace. We talked about the baby. How wonderful it will be. Different names. I could almost feel the child in my arms. It’s breath. It’s little pulse. And then Lucrezia would scream again. She’d cry out.


I couldn’t sleep a wink. Every time I shut my eyes, I’d hear her. Like a soprano.




At seven, we went to collect him, and they were still going at it! We could barely pull them apart!

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