Find me guilty, sever head from body,
We'll part good friends: I scorn to hold my life,
At yours or any man's entreaty, sir....
These are but feigned shadows of my evils:
Terrify babes, my lord, with painted devils;
I am past such needless palsy. For your names
Of whore and murderess, they proceed from you,
As if a man should spit against the wind,
The filth returns in's face.
(The White Devil, p. 22, Ed. Dyce.)
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.... Take you your course; it seems you have beggar'd me first,
And now would fain undo me. I have houses,
Jewels, and a poor remnant of crusadoes.
Would those would make you charitable!...
In faith, my lord, you might go to pistol flies;
The sport would be more noble.
[80]:
VITTORIA.
A house of convertites! What's that?
MONTICELSO.
A house
Of penitent whores.
VITTORIA.