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The White Devil by John Webster
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And give out 'tis a spirit; besides these,
Such a whole ream of almanac-makers, figure-flingers,
Fellows, indeed that only live by stealth,
Since they do merely lie about stol'n goods,
They 'd make men think the devil were fast and loose,
With speaking fustian Latin. Pray, sit down;
Put on this nightcap, sir, 'tis charmed; and now
I 'll show you, by my strong commanding art,
The circumstance that breaks your duchess' heart.


A Dumb Show


Enter suspiciously Julio and Christophero: they draw a curtain where
Brachiano's picture is; they put on spectacles of glass, which cover
their eyes and noses, and then burn perfumes before the picture, and
wash the lips of the picture; that done, quenching the fire, and
putting off their spectacles, they depart laughing.


Enter Isabella in her night-gown, as to bedward, with lights, after her,
Count Lodovico, Giovanni, Guidantonio, and others waiting on her: she
kneels down as to prayers, then draws the curtain of the picture, does
three reverences to it, and kisses it thrice; she faints, and will not
suffer them to come near it; dies; sorrow expressed in Giovanni, and in
Count Lodovico. She is conveyed out solemnly.


Brach. Excellent! then she 's dead.
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