Isabella Quotes in The White Devil
FLAMINEO:
The duchess come to court! I like not that.
We are engag’d to mischief, and must on;
As rivers to find out the ocean
Flow with crook bendings beneath forced banks,
Or as we see, to aspire some mountain’s top,
The way ascends not straight, but imitates
The subtle foldings of a winter’s snake,
So who knows policy and her true aspect,
Shall find her ways winding and indirect.
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.
Isabella Quotes in The White Devil
FLAMINEO:
The duchess come to court! I like not that.
We are engag’d to mischief, and must on;
As rivers to find out the ocean
Flow with crook bendings beneath forced banks,
Or as we see, to aspire some mountain’s top,
The way ascends not straight, but imitates
The subtle foldings of a winter’s snake,
So who knows policy and her true aspect,
Shall find her ways winding and indirect.
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.
