Gasparo Quotes in The White Devil
GASPARO:
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.
MONTICELSO:
It is a more direct and even way,
To train to virtue those of princely blood,
By examples than by precepts: if by examples,
Whom should he rather strive to imitate
Than his own father? be his pattern then,
Leave him a stock of virtue that may last,
Should fortune rend his sails, and split his mast.
FRANCISCO:
Oh, the fate of princes!
I am so used to frequent flattery
That, being alone, I now flatter myself.
Here, the rest being departed, LODOVICO and GASPARO discover themselves.
LODOVICO:
Devil Brachiano, thou art damn’d.
[…]You that were held the famous politician,
Whose art was poison.
GASPARO:
And whose conscience, murder.
LODOVICO:
That would have broke your wife’s neck down the stairs,
Ere she was poison’d.
GASPARO:
That had your villainous sallets.
LODOVICO:
And fine embroider’d bottles, and perfumes,
Equally mortal with a winter plague.
GASPARO:
Now there ’s mercury—
LODOVICO:
And copperas----
GASPARO:
And quicksilver----
LODOVICO:
With other devilish ’pothecary stuff,
A-melting in your politic brains: dost hear? […]
And thou shalt die like a poor rogue […]
And be forgotten
Before the funeral sermon.
VITTORIA:
If Florence be in the court, would he would kill me.
GASPARO:
Fool! Princes give rewards with their own hands,
But death or punishment by the hands of others.
VITTORIA:
Oh, thou art deceived. I am too true a woman:
Conceit can never kill me. I’ll tell thee what,
I will not in my death shed one base tear,
Or if look pale, for want of blood not fear.
Gasparo Quotes in The White Devil
GASPARO:
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.
MONTICELSO:
It is a more direct and even way,
To train to virtue those of princely blood,
By examples than by precepts: if by examples,
Whom should he rather strive to imitate
Than his own father? be his pattern then,
Leave him a stock of virtue that may last,
Should fortune rend his sails, and split his mast.
FRANCISCO:
Oh, the fate of princes!
I am so used to frequent flattery
That, being alone, I now flatter myself.
Here, the rest being departed, LODOVICO and GASPARO discover themselves.
LODOVICO:
Devil Brachiano, thou art damn’d.
[…]You that were held the famous politician,
Whose art was poison.
GASPARO:
And whose conscience, murder.
LODOVICO:
That would have broke your wife’s neck down the stairs,
Ere she was poison’d.
GASPARO:
That had your villainous sallets.
LODOVICO:
And fine embroider’d bottles, and perfumes,
Equally mortal with a winter plague.
GASPARO:
Now there ’s mercury—
LODOVICO:
And copperas----
GASPARO:
And quicksilver----
LODOVICO:
With other devilish ’pothecary stuff,
A-melting in your politic brains: dost hear? […]
And thou shalt die like a poor rogue […]
And be forgotten
Before the funeral sermon.
VITTORIA:
If Florence be in the court, would he would kill me.
GASPARO:
Fool! Princes give rewards with their own hands,
But death or punishment by the hands of others.
VITTORIA:
Oh, thou art deceived. I am too true a woman:
Conceit can never kill me. I’ll tell thee what,
I will not in my death shed one base tear,
Or if look pale, for want of blood not fear.
